ღ Make Me Over ღ

ღ Chapter 1ღ

Hey fans! If you haven't read part 1 "Make Me" Go take ya ass back & read it! This is part 2~  Shout out to @JadeBeArtful 

Finally.....  Make Me Over.

Alanna

I should have freaking listened to my gut. Coming here was a mistake, and I was nearly shaking from being so damn nervous. I hadn't even seen his ass yet, but I still knew I was in the same vacancy as him. 

Truth was I wanted to prove my damn self that I was over this nigga. So why the hell am I acting like I stole something. Looking over my shoulder and jumping when people touched me.

We were standing off to the the side of the basketball court stretching before the game. We dance, perform, or whatever you want to call it during half time.

"What the hell is your problem girl?" Conny asked. She stood a good half foot taller than my short ass. I shook my head at her.

"Nothing girl."

"You sure you don't want to get some fresh air or something?"

I sighed, this shit was so frustrating for some reason. After all this time this dude still had me walking on egg shells.

"Yeah, I'll be back before the game starts." I stood up and walked with my head down towards the exit. 

The fact that this shit had me on my toes was scary the hell out of me. I don't understand how just the thought of him being here made me antsy. I felt like the same young high school girl that melted like ice when I thought about him.

I felt that same vulnerablness that I felt back when he had that strong hold on me.

Yes, now things were way different. I've matured, I don't need him, I don't need what we used to have, but for some god forsaken reason I felt a small fraction of that same yearning that I used to have for him.

I had to keep reminding myself to stop caring. That was a high school fling, and it ended for a reason. Everything happens for a reason.

I counted the steps my nike slides made on the waxed floors, not paying attention to a damn thing. Until a mother freaking door swung open in front of me and my lights were knocked completely the fuck out.

I thought a hang over hurt like a bitch.

That was a tap compared to pain I was feeling right about now.

"Alanna...wake yo ass up." I heard Juno say. I tried to open my eyes but I couldn't. My head was pounding like a fucking bass drum. "Yo her ass is dead and gone."

"Should we call an ambulance?" Mickie's voice was loud and clear. I heard concern in her voice and I tried my darndest to blink these bitches open.

"Yeah she might have a concussion." Zyaire?

"Nah I think we just need to get her some fresh air and out this hot ass gym."

No.

Fucking.

Way.

My eyes shot open and there was a shit load of people staring down at me.

Friends. People I didn't know. Coaches. Zyaire.