More Than Just That (EDITING)

Chapter 42 : Wine and Broken Bottles

How can we just be friends when I know what your lips taste like ?
               
                                                                    ~unknown

Jay's Point Of View

I walked out of the bathroom,my hair dripping wet from the shower.The smell of aftershave and my mildly scented cinnamon and irish shampoo lingered on my skin as I walked to my bed to pick up my iphone which illuminated with a new message.

I'd sent a text to Camilla earlier this afternoon and I hoped she was equally excited for our date this evening.There was no two ways about it.I was telling her about my feelings tonight,then we could probably be a real thing.
I reached for my phone and my eyes scanned through the message.The excited knots in my tummy tightened with displeasure and the Irish in my eyes faltered.

"Shit!"I cursed tossing the phone carelessly on the bed.I run my fingers through my hair in unsaid frustration.

"Why could she possibly bail on me?Did she like someone else?Was I just some random guy friend in her eyes? Didn't I mean atleast anything different from the rest of the guys she hung out with?And didn't she look hurt the last time I was talking to Jane by the food stands?"The thoughts run through my brain as I struggled to keep my emotions in check.

I'd never been stood up by any girl before,I never gave them the chance too.I was always the one who stood them up!

Things were getting a bit rocky back at school.My colleague players from the rival school had ambushed my car!Shit them,get a new ride and bring them to book.We'd found the registration of their gateway car,and a few faces too appeared on tape.The cops just needed to find the car and take them on.

Being a quarterback had its own perks and dismerits.The girls came flooding in,huge perk .I couldn't act on them because I cared less, I'd grown to fall in love with my closest girlfriend.Talk about ironic.And there she was, bailing out on me at the least opportunity.Thats a thing I never get about love,it's one complicated magix cube.

The past two weeks were shitty.I'd received love notes and flowers stuffed and taped in my locker,random high schoolers spamming my Instagram page with likes and inbox with dreadful messages.And yes, the bolder ones confronted me with physical confessions.Eye sores,I know.

I had to get my mind of these I resolved throwing something casual on.I skipped downstairs,past my family reclining on the sofa watching Deliciousness  and out to the backyard.

Picking a basketball Mike had left sometime today on the court,I bounced it and aimed for the hoop.It hit the board and came bouncing back.
I wasn't giving up.I played some more,with more brutality and force.Sweat ran down my back ,face, arms and my feet ached badly but the results were the same,I made no hoops .

"You've been at it for hours.Quit pressuring yourself Jake, you'll strain a muscle!"Mum advised from the kitchen window.She'd probably heard me playing.

I dropped the ball and wiped my face with a towel,then without a word,I progressed to my room for a quick shower after grabbing a bottle of water from the kitchen ,where Mum was whipping up something which smelt heavenly.

Sitting on my bed after the shower,I picked my phone,from where I last left it,new messages flooded on my iPhone screen.

Fahd : Any updates or kisses?

The other from my sister,

Kayla : How did it go?

I typed back the same reply to both of them.

She stood me up!

The hard reality gnawed at my heart.

My iPhone pinged with a new message from Mabel, not exactly what I was expecting but hey.
I tapped open my chatbox with her and a short vid loaded.I prayed with a heavy heart that it wasn't what I dreaded, but the truth stared me in the face.I swallowed watching the short vid of Martin and Camilla kissing play.A hundred and one questions popped in my mind.This wasn't logical, yet the vid looked legit.