date me?

17. his jersey number.

Erela's POV :

Thinking about tomorrow's basketball is making me anxious.
I don't know what to do.
The basketball match is going to happen at our school during the evening.
So I'll only go at the morning.
Great.
Anyways, thinking about that, should I do my homework?
I would've done it by now or started it by now but I'm a bit exhausted after the school practice and the date.
So I'm not gonna do it now, it's not like we'll have classes anyways nor will I have to submit my resume.
I also do have break so I can do it then.
So, all sorted out.
I'm going to sleep.

I do my usual night time routine and go to sleep.

~

It's the next morning and I am getting ready for school.

"Let's hope, I don't get into any conversations with Lance." I say as I carry my bag and head out for school.

I get in my dad's car and we're off to school and while he's driving, I'm reading my bible.

~

I'm in practice right now, sitting next to the stage, on the stairs with Zion.

"It's completely fine, I understand. You have your own life and I have mine. You should take care of yours and give importance to it, you don't have to explain it to me." Zion says, while looking at me.

I apologized to him for not coming to his basketball match because I'm genuinely sorry about it.
I tried to make up an excuse of why I'm going to the match but him being him, he said that and I'm so impressed just by that, damn.
He doesn't even want to listen to my so called explanation, more like an excuse as he says that 'it's your life, you have the right to make a decision and not feel the need to explain yourself because it's your life, Erela.'

I love him.

That's when the bell rings.
And no, it's not that the school ends and I can to school.
It's recess now.

"I'm so glad you understand. Thank you so much for understanding. I appreciate it a lot." I say, smiling.

And he nods, smiling back.

"See you later then." I say as I walk away.
And he does the same.

~

I had my lunch in the break with a couple classmates of mine.
Not friends, all these people are snakes.
Even my so called bestfriend, Delilah, who I've now broken my friendship with after that incident at the computer tution with Avery and Lilah.
And that big misunderstanding spread like fire.
I still hear so much about it.
Cheap, honestly.
Do these people not have anything else to do rather than talking crap about someone and spreading rumors which are completely false.
Like, get a life, man.
The fact that you don't even know a gist about my life nor do I tell you about it then still why do you keep talking crap?
I don't even know how people even believe something like such rumors, like neither have I confirmed it nor has the other person.
This is so pathetic, Lord.

Anyways, I had chicken wrap, a sweet chili chicken tenders wrap.
Long name.
Probably because I wanted to describe it to you.
But anyways, it was so yum.
I devoured it, not only was it tasty but I was also a lil hungry.
Obviously after this much of practice, I would be tired and hungry, no doubt.

I go back to my class to keep my tiffin box in my bag as I was eating in the cafeteria with my classmates.
After I keeping it, I thought about going to the washroom, as usual.
While I'm at the way, I bump into a wall more like this freaking wall bumped into me.
And that wall is Lance freaking Miller.

"Hii Rilly, going somewhere?" He says, blocking my way while he also puts his hands in his trousers pockets and tilts his head a bit, looking at me, giving me his cocky grin.

"Hiiee, um yeah, the washroom." I say, honestly don't even find it awkward, I know he doesn't judge me, I don't know about the others but nor that I care.

"Sure go ahead but one thing." He says.

"Yeah? What is it?" I say, inside thinking 'just say quickly and end this conversation, I've gotta go and I don't want to talk to you because the more, I talk to you, the more, I develop feelings for you which shouldn't be happening but it is.'

"Wear my jersey, the one I gave you before my last basketball match." He says.

What?
Ugh, don't make me do this.
Last time I did go to his basketball match and even cheered for him while wearing his jersey number but that was only because that was a month ago and that time, I wasn't so freaking confused.
Ugh, as if I'm even going to the match.

"Ofcourse." I say, smiling, not tryna putting up a fight because I want this conversation to end quick.

He leans closer and tilts his head again, looking in my eyes for a sec and then says "Are you okay? Something bothering you?"

Yes, you sir.

"Nope, I'm good." I say.

"Really?" He says.

"Yeah." I say.

He moves away and makes the way for me to go as I say "byee."

"See you in the match." He replies.

Ugh.