Her and the Basketball Champion

chapter 43

"So what you're telling me is that he basically loves you?" Lily says, her chirpy voice dripping with excitement and expectation. 

"No, I never fucking said that." I roll my eyes and put my face in my hands, already growing tired of this conversation.

I had told Lily everything that had happened that night, and how I'm trying to avoid Jonas as much as I can. I have no idea how that correlates to him loving me though. He's just a horny bitch. 

So are you.

Fuck no. 

I look back up to Lily as she hums, her head resting on her hand as she stares at me, her eyebrows furrowing slightly at my pissed off look. 

"Well, he clearly feels something, otherwise he wouldn't call you in the late hours of the night, telling you he wants to fuck the life out of you. Plus he get's himself off to the thought of you. What other evidence do you need?" I frown, and give her the evil eye as she speaks, but I can't help the butterflies that smash around in my stomach at the reminder of what he said to me. And what he did. 

I never would have thought someone would find me attractive enough to do something like...that. I mean, what if he was lying just because he knew I would feel this bad afterwards. 

He can't be that controlling, right? Plus he sounded pretty breathless on the phone. 

And you didn't?

I'm not talking about me, toady.

"Whatever, I don't want to think about it anymore. I need to try and wash those thoughts out of my mind, otherwise I'll end up forgetting that I'm supposed to be avoiding him." I'm so exhausted at the moment. I only got around two hours of sleep last night. Two fucking hours. That's never happened to me before, and I just pray that tonight will be different. 

I have a shift at the Cafe today, and Jonas hasn't messaged me about lessons, so I'm assuming there's none coming up any time soon. 

Me and Lily just chill out in the Sixth form centre for the rest of the day, since we both have frees. There's six of us around the table we're sitting on at the moment, and we just end up playing Sevens for the last hour. Lily is sitting on my right, and there's this boy, Daniel, who's in my History class sitting on my left.

He's nice, and we've spoken a few times before in lesson, but other than that I don't really know him that well. He has dirty blonde hair and green-greyish eyes. They're not light green, but a dark shade that contrasts perfectly with his hair. For some reason though, his nose is always pink, like he's just stuck it in the freezer for an hour. It's cute, and makes him look like a big softie. 

We continue to play the game, and after each game, he shuffles the cards. I can't stop my eyes from wondering to his hands as they expertly manoeuvre the stack between his fingers, and through each other. His fingers are long and thin, which remind me of a females fingers. I zone in on his fingernails, and see that the odd few are long, with specks of black dirt under them.

Does this fucker not know the meaning of cleanliness. 

Clearly not. 

I internally grimace, and then think of Jonas' hands. His fingers are long, but not thin in a feminine way. They're strong and slightly veiny, his fingernails cut perfectly, with no traces of dirt under them whatsoever. 

God I'm thinking about him again aren't I?

We spend the rest of the afternoon competing in card games, and when school is over, I rush home and start to get ready for my shift. I change into my normal black outfit. I don't need to pray today since I started my period a few days ago.