Nothing We Could Do

Chapter 14

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I hadn't had sex in a while.

As I sat in the locker room mere minutes away from the first match of the season and maybe the most important, all I could think about was the fact that I hadn't had sex in a while.

A long while.

That was partially due to the fact that the only person I actually wanted to have sex with had ran out and completely ghosted me after what was possibly the hottest makeout session of my life.

Zeke poked his head around the door, "Kioshi, game's starting in 2 minutes, we need you out here."

"Yeah I'm coming."

The door shut behind him, the sound echoing around the room. I got up, running a hand through my hair and cursing under my breath.

I didn't have time to be thinking about Ivanna and yet she was all that was on my mind.

Why had she kissed me just to leave like that? Why did she leave like that? She had seemed... almost scared, the look of horror on her face replayed over and over in my mind. And why hadn't I seen her since?

But fuck, it had been one hell of a kiss.

I groaned, running a hand through my hair again as I walked towards the door. However much I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about her.

I pulled the door open and made my way to where coach was stood with the rest of the team. The bleachers were packed with spectators, supporters for our team as well as the opponents. I forced my eyes away from the front row where I knew the scouts were most likely watching my every step.

"Harada, nice of you to join us." Coach's words were laced with a silent fury.

"Sorry coach."
I ignored the questioning glares Zeke and Naveen were throwing at me.

Coach began speaking again, explaining tactics I couldn't care less about. My only thought was pushing Ivanna to the furthest part of my brain. I had to focus in the game, I had to. My future relied heavily on impressing the scouts and there was no way I was screwing up over a girl.

The whistle sounded for the beginning of the game and with a few more sharp words, coach ordered us to our positions.

I walked across the court, sizing up the opponent who was waiting to mark me. A guy almost the same height as me with a similar build. Normally I would have laughed, the opposing teams normally put their biggest guys on me, but I was trying too hard to focus.

I took a few deep controlled breaths as the seconds ticked by and the ref raised the whistle to his lips.

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Fuck

Half time was mere seconds away and the scoreboard showcased the current draw.

Going into the second half with a tie wouldn't look good so we had to get at least one more basket in before the timer ran out.

I bounced the ball, the defender in front panting just as hard. He was good, really good, no wonder they had put him on me.

The basket was far. So far.

There was no way I was going to make it in time for a dunk. All players were tightly marked too so I couldn't pass.

I had no choice but to shoot.