Is It Really Love?

ADRIAN

The best part about living in a complex is the facilities it has to offer. Like the court, half of which is dedicated to badminton, while the other half to basketball. Being a six feet, two inches guy, the basketball half of the court never seemed important to me. Not, when my friends and I sweat our asses off enough while playing badminton.

I love my schedule. Roam around the city with my mates during the day and burn the calories I had eaten at night. I had finished my schooling and was on a break before the classes at my university started in a month.

After my rough break up six months ago, I was itching to find another 'the girl' for myself. Which brings me back to the present, a petite girl had been playing basketball on the court for the last three days and I had still been unable to figure out her age. 'She is definitely younger than me, but how much?' I wondered. One of our team's players, Mr. Arthur Powell, a fifty years old man and the oldest amongst us boys, had already approached and befriended her and the two of them were currently competing to see who could get the ball in the ring the maximum number of times. SMACK! The shuttlecock hit my arm. This is what I get for losing my concentration while I was in the middle of a match.

Twenty minutes later, I had won the match and decided to approach the girl. Walking over to her, I realised she was very small; her head would barely have reached my shoulder. She had thick, long, wavy hair that was tied in a ponytail on her head. She was wearing a fit t-shirt and short shorts that highlighted all her curves. Her eyebrows were scrunched in concentration as she bent and shot the ball, which went straight into the ring and fell right towards me. I caught the ball and jogged over to her. She looked at me with a small frown on her face and a deep red colour on her cheeks. I shot the ball from my position next to her and it went straight into the ring.

"Good shot," She commented.

"You haven't seen my best yet" I replied with a smirk and continued, "How old are you?".

"I turned sixteen last week. And you?" She countered.

"I'll turn eighteen in two months. I can't believe you're sixteen. You're so short." I snorted.

A disgusted look crossed her face and she chose to ignore my statement and continued playing with the ball. Her reaction told me she was used to the 'short' comment. I decided to not press further and instead observe her for a while. She had long limbs and a small body. Her smile, which I had noticed when she was talking to Mr. Arthur, was extremely bright and warm. It transformed her face completely and made her look breathtaking. She had a small love handle that made her look more human unlike those Swiftgram models that looked practically plastic. She had a great ass and her thighs were thick and contrasted with her vertically challenged height. Her long hair was perfect for wrapping around my fist when I fu- I shook my head at those erotic thoughts. 'You barely know her. She's too young.' I scolded myself.

Deciding that me staring at her further would freak her out, so instead I asked "What's your name?"

"Philippa Jones, and yours?" she answered.

"Adrian. Are you on Swiftgram?"

She looked over at me, and shook her head, indicating that she wasn't. 'Weird' I thought. Everyone was on Swiftgram these days, especially teenagers like us.

A beat later, she said, "I am on Snapsta, though."

I grinned. This was nice; I could talk to her without hoping to catch her on the court. We exchanged our IDs and continued playing together. A while later, just when I was about to leave, she offered me her water bottle and asked which floor I lived on. I was grateful, because me and my friends were too lazy to bring our own water bottles and my throat was as dry as sandpaper.

"Thirteenth" I replied.

"I live on the eleventh" She answered my unasked question.

Smiling slightly, we parted ways.

A few hours later, while thinking about my entire day, my thoughts wandered to a petite sixteen year old girl with the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen and I drifted off to sleep with a small smile on my face.