Her and the Basketball Champion

i really don't hate you

"Just stop. Go away, I don't want to see you right now." My mind is annoyed. Every single part of my body is pissed off, and I hate it. So much.

"Wait, Eliza, please. It was an accident, I swear. Please."

I slam the door in his face, clutching onto my soaked and wrecked Doc. 

It's a goddarn blizzard outside, and Jonas, being the mentally clever person he is, decided to shove my boots in snow and sleet and I am so mad right now I could kill him.

I ignore him knocking on the door, and even when he walks into the room like nothing happened, I ignore him, turning to face the window with my shoe still in my hand.

I'm going to ignore him, I don't care.

As if you're going to, bitch. All those years you tried to avoid him but where has that gotten you? Married to the guy.

Yes, I resolve, I'm ignoring him now. My anger needs to come out one way or another.

He wraps his arms around me from the back, and I don't even hesitate to move away, around him and out the bedroom. I can hear him huff out, but I don't pay attention and walk right into the kitchen, opening the fridge for a snack. All this anger is taking the energy out of me.

He really can't take the hint, can he?

He's standing directly behind me, and I can feel his breath on my neck. I almost shiver, but I can't show i'm affected.

I need to keep this up for longer.

"Can you just listen to me? I don't like it when you're pissed at me." His voice is gentle, but I pretend he's not there and grab a glass of water, taking a few sips before making my way to the living room, plopping myself down on the sofa very unceremoniously.

I click on the TV and search for something to watch.

The sofa dips.

He moves closer.

I suddenly can't breathe.

I still ignore him because he's annoying.

He kisses my cheek but I don't acknowledge it, making sure to keep my face void of any emotions that I'm feeling. Including irritation. 

I sidle up the the end of the sofa and bring my knees to my chest, clicking on Better Call Saul. One of my favourite TV shows, ever.

"Please stop. I love y-" I send him a harsh glare before resuming.

I can see him from the corner of my eye, running a hand through his hair.

I get up.

And walk away to our room.

I face plant on the bed and grab my phone from the bedside table, busying myself and watching pointless videos as Jonas walks in again. I can't see him because I'm facedown, but I hear him shut the door and walk over to the bed.

I can feel him staring at the side of my face, but continue to scroll aimlessly on my phone. 

"Eliza."

I don't answer.

"Eliza."

Still.

"Princess, please." 

Nope.

It's getting harder.

"Baby, listen." His voice sounds exasperated, and I finally turn to face him, annoyance written all over my face. "What?" I know I sound harsh, but it's not everyday I'm angry at the guy so I better make it worth it. Plus I need to get him back in some way or another.

"I'm sorry." 

"I hate you."

"No you don't."

"Yes." 

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"No."

"Yes."

I smile in satisfaction and turn back to my phone.

He huffs out in frustration, and I roll my eyes at him.

Suddenly I'm flying.

I'm over his shoulder, my face right in front of his ass, and i start to slap it, getting him to put me down.

"Let go, now." I shout, but his stupidly strong arms don't budge.

"Not until you stop being such a brat and ignoring me."

"No."

"Yes."

"Ughhh. Fine."

He stills for a moment, squeezes my ass cheek once and then I'm on my back on the bed again.

My glare is still on my face as I look at him, but h e just has a small smile on his face.

Unbelievable.

"What." I say.

He climbs on top of me.

I push him off and get up, standing with my arms crossed at my chest.

"Stop overreacting. They're only shoes, I can get you a new pair.Hell, I'll get you 500 more if you asked."

"They were my favourite. Worn. I don't want a new pair." I frown and look down, my anger ebbing away and frustration making it's way up.

"I know, baby. I'm sorry, it was an accident, I didn't mean to throw them out there." He looks sheepish and I glare at him.

"How the hell was it an accident?" 

He scratches the back of his neck slightly before looking at me.

"Okay, maybe it was on purpose, but-"

I punch his arm.

It hurts.

I wince.

"Fuck you for being so strong." I say, and rub my knuckles from impact.

He grabs my hand and kisses it, pulling me closer to him.

I suck in a breath and stare straight into his eyes.

"I'm so sorry. Let me make it up to you?"

Before I can answer, he's kissing me and I'm jumping and then I'm on the bed and he's on top of me and our clothes are off and he's making it up to me.

His hands are all over, his lips everywhere. 

Our breathing erratic and our bodies, skin to skin.

"I grip onto his hair and pull, earning me a muffled groan, and then he's lining himself up at my entrance and he looks at me once. I nod my head in confirmation and then in one deep, thrust, he's inside me.

My body jerks up, my back arched from the pleasure and intensity before he's kissing me neck, leaving soft marks all over, continuing to thrust into me at a slow, hard pace, hitting every spot I can imagine.

I'm touching him all over, mapping him out, smiling against his skin, moaning in his ear, meeting him halfway, our bodies rocking forward together.

He's not holding back today, and then I'm thinking,

This is one hell of a way to make it up to me, and I could be pissed at him all the time if this is how he makes me feel after.

GUYS.

I think I'm going to do a crossover with HATBBC and Rocco.

GO READ MY FIRST CHAPTER.

LOVE YOU'S