After Y/n receives a donor heart from a man who was infatuated with Billie, she inherits the infatuation along with his obsessive tendencies.
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"What'd you guys talk about?" Finneas asks.
"Who? Me and Y/n?" I ask.
"Yeah." Finneas says.
"She just wanted to apologize for falling on me. She asked me why I was in New York and then asked me if she could take me out." I say.
"Ohh, well, she's a really nice girl." Finneas says.
"How do you know?" I ask.
"Been watching her play since she was in college. She's a good sport with good energy and good vibes. Not to mention she's an amazing player. Just good all around." Finneas says.
"Mm." I say.
"You gonna go out with her?" Finneas asks.
"I mean, I got her number and I think she's cute. I just have a lot on my plate right now." I say.
"I would go just to see how it goes." Finneas says.
"Hm, maybe I will... maybe I will." I say.
Time Skip; Y/n's View
I hear a knock on the door and I get up. I open it and see Sabrina.
"Hey." Sabrina says.
"Hey." I say letting her in.
"Are you all packed?" Sabrina asks.
"Just about." I say as we sit on the couch.
"So how was your first game back?" Sabrina asks.
"It was great. I just forgot how exhausting this shit was. My back is killing me." I say.
"Yeah, imagine how we felt last year with a hole in our team - defensively and offensively." She says.
"So you missed me?" I ask.
"Of course. We would've won the finals if we had you." She says.
I smile and nod.
My phone rings and I grab it off of the coffee table.
"323 area code?" I ask.
"That's... California-ish." She says.
"I don't..." I say.
"Maybe it's Billie." She says.
"Hello." I say answering.
"Hey, it's Billie." Billie says.
"Hey." I say.
"I was wondering if you were free tonight to get dinner." Billie says.
"Uh, no, actually. We fly out tonight to Atlanta." I say.
"Oh." Billie says.
"We can get lunch though, if you're not busy." I say.
