Are You That Somebody? - Paige Bueckers

03

"So..." I started.

"So." Coach Mulkey sighs.

She paces around her office, back and forth. I can tell she's stressed.

"This is a real game changer ya know. A torn ACL? Forget being out for the whole season, you're never gonna play at Louisiana again!"

"I know I-" 

"I mean you know I love you kid, but seriously? I told you to be taking it easy. I told you we wanted an injury free season. We were so close. SO CLOSE. Why is it that you have to make mistakes all the time?"

"Coach I-"

"I'm not asking you to be perfect, I'm just asking you to have some fucking common sense! The middle of March Madness and now we have to deal with this. And quite frankly, this isn't my bullshit to deal with! You won't be playing here anyway, with what you've done to your knee."

The tears begin to well up in my eyes. I've always known Coach was tough, and of course we'd had our fair share of disagreements, but this was something else. All she was worried about was losing her star player, and how the media would take it. But did she even care about me? She hadn't even asked if I was okay!

"You do realise we could lose the championship because of this? DAMN IT! If we don't win this year, you're the reason behind it. I mean seriously-" 

"ARE YOU BEING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?" I yell.

Coach looks stunned. Shocked. Flabbergasted even. Never, have I ever yelled at Mulkey.

"HAVE YOU EVEN STOPPED TO THINK ABOUT HOW I FEEL?" I continue. "I'm never gonna play for the team I love again. The draft is coming up, and now with my torn acl, I may never even play the sport I love again. I've let you down. I've let the team down. I'm supposed to be a leader, and now I have to be wheeled around and babied! Do you have ANY idea how that feels? And I came here, after going through the ABSOLUTE WORST few days of my life, because I care about you and this team, just for you to shout at me? Maybe LSU will lose, in fact I hope you do! Because you definitely deserve it."

I take one last look at Kim Mulkey's disgusting face. I study her expression. She looks shocked, hurt, betrayed even. But none of that even remotely compares to how I feel. And with that I wheel myself out, all the way back to the parking lot.

Chloe carries me into the car, and we drive off in silence.

Judging by the look on my face, the tears in my eyes, and my furrowed eyebrows, I think she knows that the conversation didn't go well. But at least she didn't prod around, bothering me and asking.

She lets me sit with my anger, until it cools down.

"Didn't go your way?" Chloe asks softly

"Not at all."

She rubs her hand on my shoulder, comforting me. When we get caught in some traffic, she looks into my eyes and wipes away my tears.

"Kiki, you're the strongest person I know. I mean, look at your muscles for a start," she laughs. "But seriously. You dedicate all your time to basketball, obviously when it gets taken away you won't feel great. You'll feel far from great. And even with these circumstances, you still decided to go to your Coach and team, to give them an explanation they clearly don't deserve. And even in THESE circumstances, when it must feel like your whole world is crushing down, you still look amazing. I know right now it feels like things aren't going to plan, but I need you to remember that we can make our plans, but God still determines our steps. Good things are coming, you just need to be patient!" 

I look up at Chloe. She's so perfect. 

The way her blonde hair matches perfectly with her hazel eyes and plump lips.

The way she's just so wise. So smart and understanding.

The way she always knows what to say and do.

Kim Mulkey would love her. She's so perfect...

And eventually I find myself crashing my lips against hers. One hand on her face, another on the side of her body. As short as it was, it felt so...perfect.

As our lips depart, I come to terms with what I just did. Chloe?

"Oh. Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry. Chloe I'm so so sorry."

The words begin gushing out of me, and it feels as if the apologies can't stop. It's so embarrassing and I know it is and yet I can't stop!

"Chloe I swear I didn't mean it. It's just with the stress and everything, I thought it was right, it definitely wasn't. I mean, I'm not saying there's something wrong with you! Please don't take it that way! I just mean I'd definitely respect you because of you and me, not because of-"

But I was interrupted by Chloe's pink, plump lips meeting mine, this time with way more passion, and...desire?

I kiss her back intensely, trying to match her speed as she slips her tongue into my mouth. I moan softly, as my hand travel around her body.

We were getting so caught up, we even forgot about the surrounding traffic! Well, that was until we heard the angry cars honking behind us...

Chloe continues to drive, with a fat grin which slowly spreads across her face. I slump into my seat, confused, but...intrigued?

A few hours had passed, and we were back at our dorms. Cuddling in Chloe's bed. It all felt weird to me, it all happened so quickly. I didn't even know Chloe liked girls. I didn't even know I liked Chloe. Do I? I mean she's pretty, there's no denying it. And of course, we'd had our moments. But it still felt weird nonetheless.

"Why's your heart beat going so fast?" Chloe asks, smiling up at me. I feel the vibrations of her voice against my chest.
"Is Kiki a bit nervous perhaps?"

"Depends. What are you gonna do if Kiki is a bit nervous?" I ask

Chloe climbs on top of me, straddling me at this point. I can tell she isn't wearing a bra, and I'm getting a clear view of what's under her t-shirt.

"Well I think...if Kiki's a bit nervous, then we'll have to make her relax." Chloe says, as she kisses her way down my body. She stops just above my heat, and looks up at me smiling.

"Are you a bit tense Kie?" she asks.

"Very, very tense."

"Let's fix that." she says. And with that, she disappears under the covers.

A/N - Robbed? 😏😏😏

Also guys, I forgot to mention but this is my first story, so if you have any ways I could improve, feel free to tell me!!!