Written In Books

~𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟕~

TW: SENSITIVE TOPICS (?)

Song: Young And Beautiful - Lana Del Rey

"Your pretty face and electric soul."

"Go, Alex! Take the damn ball!" Enola yelled from the bleachers as her friend managed to sneak behind the boy who had the basketball in his hands, that was before Alex took it. Enola cheered, and Ashley had to tell her to calm down. Ashley, tell someone to calm down, that was the extreme Enola went to at basketball games

She wasn't big on sports, but she had a history with them. Throughtout her life she had done: hip-hop, track and gymnastics. And basketball, if you counted the one year she'd attended lessons. Then sprained her ankle and couldn't play for a while, so quit altogether.

"Jesus Christ, Enola, sit down. Everyone is looking at you." Ashley said, but she let out a small chuckle whatsoever.

"Eh, let them look." Enola shrugged but sat back down on her seat anyways. She finally turned her attention back to the game, but was quickly distracted again. Stupid fucking ADHD.

First, her attention shifted her school's team boys' uniforms.

Dark blue, white stiching, numbers up to five on the backs of the boys that played, and then the rest numbers up to nine at the backs of the boys on the bench. Then, her attention shifted to the crowd. Of course, there were people from her school, supporting the team. Then there were students from the school they were playing against.

The score was currently 56-62. Enola's school was winning, but in basketball the scores changed way too quickly and the current difference wasn't too big so it could be easily flipped. Which everyone from her school hoped wouldn't happen. It was the first game of the year, and last year they'd lost most games. 

Now, the team was definetely better, and had new members. Well, one new member. Nick. Enola silently cursed herself as her eyes scanned the court for the boy. When they finally found her, she immedietely regretted her decision. The whistle blew, and it was time for half-time. 

Nick and the other guys were walking to the benches to drink water or whatever was done at half time. Enola couldn't have told you how basketball was played if you put a gun to her head at that moment. She happened to be too busy staring at a certain someone.

The uniform was a sleeveless shirt, which meant there were plenty of boys with their arms out. Biceps, out. But Enola could not, for the life of her, withdraw her eyes from Nick.

Sweat on boys was usually... disgusting to say the least. But somehow, magically, Nick was able to pull it off. The whole basketball boy look. Messy hair, jersey, muscular arms, even the sweat for fuck's sake.. The entire package. 

"You've got to be shitting me." Enola muttered under her breath. The fact that Nick of all people looked good, was irritating. She could be looking at anyone else. But no. Ashley, having heard her friend's whispered words, turned to Enola with a raised eyebrow.

"What?" She wondered, nudging her friend's shoulder. Enola snapped out of her trance and turned to look at Ashley with widened eyes.

"Nothing." 

"Nothing my ass, spill." Ashley pressed, and then she widened her eyes. "You were staring at a boy, weren't you? Oh my god, fucking finally! Who was it?" Oh oh, not good. Enola thought. Not only she couldn't she agree that she was actually staring at a boy, she also could definetely not say the boy in question was Nick. Yeah, no.