⋆ ˚ ｡▐ 𝚰𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏.
❝ I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE BAMBI. I'M IN
DEEP FOR YOU. ❞ ━━━ KAEDE HAYASHI
𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐓𝚰.
Daughter of David and Boipelo Moetti. The media calls her the "Mantra Ray". She's used to being under fame'...
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ODETTE | MOETTI
THERE WAS A guy on the basketball court.
I'd entered with the belief that it would be just as empty as it was yesterday when I came to rollerskate. It meant I didn't even think to stop the door from closing behind me with its usual bang. A bang that echoed around the whole space and announced my presence before I'd decided on doing so.
Oh, why didn't I check before coming inside?
Whoever the guy was, he had his back towards me so I couldn't make out his face. I could tell he had some height on him— and that was saying something given that I was 5'10. He was dressed in a grey tracksuit and a black body armour top that highlighted his tapered build.
It was as if he hadn't heard me. His back muscles flexed as he bounced the ball with large, familiar, hands before leaning back to take a shot from the halfway line. It went in—and I realised what I was doing and spun round to pull open the door to escape.
How many seconds had I lost from basically drooling over a stranger?
"Is that you Odette?"
Too many.
The raspy voice was all too familiar and I shut my eyes in deep regret as my free hand stilled on the door handle.
The guy was Jae's ex. Kaede.
I nearly groaned out loud but my brain had turned to ice over the fact I'd been caught at all.
I was going to be in trouble.
"You alright?"
His voice was much closer than before and the hint of sandalwood in the air was enough to pull me out of my dread. There was a pinching around the nape of my neck and I blinked to realise my empty hand had left the door to tightly wind there.
I turned and found his greys. The clash confirmed my thoughts; it was Kaede. He held the the same high cheekbones and strong jaw I'd marvelled at yesterday. The same mouth that was currently pinched at one corner.
I didn't blame him for the surprise that blanketed his features, after all I was doused in the feeling myself. We just hadn't expected each other to be here.
I have to say something.
But all I could hear in my ears was the roaring of my blood.
"I. . ."
I watched his eyes graze over my baggy shirt and trackies, to my roller-skates in my arms and bag slung over my shoulder. My face heated under the prolonged feel.
