I Told the Stars about You

Chapter 24: Ecstasy

*A/N: Hi! Hope you're all enjoying the book so far, it's actually past halfway point! I'm guessing I'll finish it at around 35 chapters? On another note, not sure if any of you are Chase Atlantic fans, but listen to Consume feat. Goon Des Garcons by them. IT'S THE BEST SONG EVER. It will solve any problem you may have. Literally golden. If you want more song recommendations just message me!

If you don't like SMUT at all or a poetic approach to sex, skip this chapter. If not, ENJOYYYY*

With the final match coming in two months, I find myself making basketball a part of my day to day. Doing three hours a day while studying for my exam retakes in any possible free time is making me feel like I've got a purpose in life again. As small as it may be.

I haven't seen Rose since the last meet up in the ice cream parlour. Saying I miss her is an understatement. It's been a month and a half and all I've been surrounded by are sweaty bodies, Chase Atlantic music and Aiden- who seems to be avoiding all his problems by training me and pushing me past my limits. Even when I used to train prior to Cassie's death, I never gave it my all. A part of me wanted to fail. Wanted to not have the talent so I could get Dad off my back. So coach would kick me off the team. But no matter how much I didn't give in training, I always managed to score in final matches. So, despite being a royal pain, they kept me around.

But now it's different. I'm finally noticing myself getting even better than I was before. And the progress is fuelling all the training. It's making me motivated and disciplined.

Or at least it was.

There's something else in my mind right now. Or someone.

Tying my shoelaces, I grab the keys from the counter, check all the windows of the house are closed and lock up. Walking outside, feeling the fresh air on my face, calms me down slightly- something I find myself needing after reading Aiden's text telling me how tomorrow we're training for six hours to make up for today's lack of training.

I let out a frustrated huff and run a hand through my hair.

God, I don't have time for this.

Despite having told myself the same thing for the past months, I can't stay away from her anymore. I need her. Next to me. Feeling me. Holding me. Kissing me. Talking to me. And her silence is making me more anxious than the basketball game in two months.

The last message I sent her was to tell her I was training with Aiden and studying in any free time I had, so that our original meet-up would have to be postponed. I couldn't be with her too much. That 'not too much', turned into 'not at all', and our messages and calls are non-existent.

Some may worry about the relationship. The chemistry. But honestly, it was as if my hands were in her hair yesterday, as if I had smelt her vanilla and coffee scent yesterday. I still need to see her just as much as I have for the past month.

I turn to the right of the street sharply, nodding to the beat of the music in my headphones to avoid from banging my head against the wall from my stupidity. Who the hell wouldn't talk to the girl they loved for the sake of studying?

10 minutes and I'll be at her house.

Crow Creak high school is still open. As I'm in my final year, I finished earlier than the rest of the years and I've had the luck that I'm able to retake my final exams. After three sessions with Mrs. Plimmer, commenting on what happened in these past months and how I was feeling about everything, she talked to the school board to ask on my behalf for an exam retake. Due to me having been through, and I quote, "unique, mentally demanding circumstances", I've been granted exam retakes for all my subjects. Despite two C's and an B not being bad grades, all those teachers I thought would never help me, talked to the school board themselves saying they thought I could do better and that, if a retake was a possibility, I deserved one.