First Kisses Are Never Forgotten

Chapter 19

AARON

For the past week I found my days repeating themselves. I created a routine with Addison, and I can't say I don't enjoy it, because I have really enjoyed our routine.

This past week has been...surprisingly peaceful.

I would wake up, prepare our breakfast and leave for training or the match. Addison's been riding with me in my car, as a way for us to talk more. Of course, I loved that idea because I only wanted to be around her more, especially in my car.

Seeing her curls fly with the wind and the laughs she gives me when I start singing to Taylor Swift are the best part of my day.

The team has won every match so far. I stay at the court for a while after the matches or interviews to talk with coach dean, which is code for fighting with him. But also I stay there waiting for Addison. We head back, eat dinner that I cook for her and we start on my coping mechanisms.

Most of the time we would talk, I would get anxious, so Addison would help me through it. She found a breathing exercise that works for me.

Most of the exercises that the doctors told me about right after my accident, didn't do anything for me. I never said anything and acted like it was nothing, because I knew they would get something else that is just not right for me.

I really do get Addison's techniques. When she tries to advise me on something, I get it when she talks back to me.

I don't feel judged or pitied by her. I don't feel like I am another job she is just doing, like most of the doctors I met.

Maybe I am overreacting, but I can feel her caring about me...Or maybe she is just really good at her job, and I am the sucker who still can't stop thinking about what she tastes like.

Maybe both.

I get out of the delusional Addison world I have built in my brain, and focus on getting through those interviews. I don't really know why coach Dean wants me to do those. I just had a fight with him about those skanky magazines he lets in. And why am I doing it before the math?

I need to have a fight with him again today. God, he is insufferable.

"Good luck today."

"Thank you."

The first reporter leaves my table and the next one sits.

Fuck, no.

It's the same guy from the first match interviews.

"No."

"Come on, Diaz. I'll be nice today."

"You are banned from here. I made sure of it last time."

"Yeah well, it is not up to you today."

I really will kill coach dean. I can smell him all over this.

I take a deep breath and try to calm down. I really don't want to punch anyone today, but this tenacious man is testing my restraint.

"If you have a question about today's match, go ahead. Other than that, Leave."

"Fine. Geez, relax! I just wanted to ask you if you feel confident today. Will you win this."

"Yes."

"It's Poland. Are you sure?"

"Yes. I believe in my team and our hard work will pay off. I know we'll play our best to win this."