Her and the Basketball Champion

chapter 40

Jonas

I can't fucking think.

She's the only thing on my mind right now as she sits in front of me, completely oblivious to my inner turmoil. I can't keep my eyes off of her as she sips from the drink in her hand, occasionally closing her eyes to revel in the taste. it's like her presence wraps around me, and I can't fucking do anything to get out of it.

I don't want to.

I had no idea what I was thinking when I fucking walked all the way to McDonalds just to get one stupid little strawberry drink, but I could tell she craved it from the way she spoke about it as we were walking to her house, and I wanted to get it for her. I wanted to be the one to satisfy that craving, for her.

This is fucking bad.

My eyes stay locked onto her face as she zones out, and my mind reels back to those fucking words she said to me. The way she dismissed them so casually made my heart clench.

Fucking clench. What was I?

Her eyes had widened a bit, telling me that those words shocked her as much as me, but I know I was more than shocked.

She looks up at me with those fucking eyes that I could stare into all day, and cocks her head slightly to the right, a look of contemplation on her face as she regards me.

"Are you okay? You look... pained?" Her eyebrows narrow a fraction, and I see a hint of concern in her eyes as she looks at me with a questioning gaze. I try to keep my voice levelled as I reply bluntly, not wanting her to notice how much I'm affected by her presence. "I'm good. But I'd rather cut off my own head than continue with this work." I lift my hand up and rub the right side of my jaw, getting more comfortable in my seat. Eliza's eyes watch my movements, her gaze lingering just below my abdomen, so much so that her cheeks tint a light red. I can't help the small tilt of my lips as I watch her face, and ignore the blood that starts to travel down my body at just her gaze.

So cute, blushing for me.

Oh stop with this sappy shit.

You're just jealous.

Just as her mouth opens to speak, the door to the kitchen opens and I turn my head and look at her mum walking through and smiling at us as she walks over to the pans on the stove.

"You guys all okay?" She asks and I turn my head to look back at Lizzie as she speaks to her mum.

"All good. Just finishing up now." She says, as she starts to pack up the books in front of us. I get up to help, separating my books into another pile away from Lizzie's.

"Dinner should be ready in about ten minutes." Lizzie nods and stacks her books in her arms, turning to walk to the door. "I'll be right down, I just need to put these back in my room." She glances at me, but when I meet her gaze, she quickly turns around and disappears through the hallway and up the stairs.

I can't tell if she wants me to follow her, but I walk out into the hallway where my backpack is and dump my books in it hastily, glancing around me, and my eyes linger on the stairs in anticipation, waiting for Lizzie to come back down.

When I hear her soft footfalls, I watch her as she walks down the stairs, roughly throwing one end of her head scarf over her shoulder and letting out a huff as she does so. I have no idea how she wears that all day, but it's just another reason why I admire her so much.

She looks up as she's descending the last few steps, and stops a few steps from the ground, looking at me with a startled look on her face.

"You scared me, standing there like a creep." She says and I see the mischievous glint in her eye as she stares back a me with a smile on her face. She seems slightly nervous though, as she grips the banister, her knuckles turning nearly white at how hard she's holding it.