Dating The Freemans 2

Part 12

Riley's Pov.

I take a deep breath.

Knock knock.

The door opens almost immediately. Cindy stands there holding a basketball under her arm dressed in sweats, sneakers and a crop top. She freezes seeing me, then closes the door.

"Hey!" I stop the door with my foot.

"Go away, Riley..." she says quietly.

"Bae-"

"Don't call me that."

"...."

Man, she doesn't even sound mad anymore, just sad. Depressed. She hides her face behind the door. I slip my hand through the space and feel around for the door knob, where her hand is. Cindy doesn't slap my hand away, probably wondering what I want to do. I find her hand and grasp it before she realises what I'm doing and pulls away.

Even though I can't see her, I know her body. So I find her knuckles and brush them with my thumb.

"Cindy please let me in."

I hear her sigh.

Cindy's Pov.

I pull my hand away and pull the door wide open, to reveal Riley standing there in his baggy blue jeans and white tank top, showing off his strong arms.

"You got five minutes."

Riley steps in, but doesn't walk around me to the table, instead he stops in front of me, just inches away. His chest brushes mine. I've always been short, so he towers over me. Hesitantly and slowly, his hands land on my shoulders, and slide down both my arms until they reach my hands. He holds my hands tight, as if scared that I'll slap him and haul away. I shiver in his hold.

He looks me in the eye. "Cynthia."

My eyes widen. He always knew my real name, but never said it. It was always 'Cindy' or 'C-murph.'

"I swear to God that I ain't cheatin."

I look down. "I know what I saw."

"No. You think you know what you saw, but wut you saw wasn't wut you really you think it was."

"So you tellin me is that I imagined you grinding on that bitch?" I tilt my head.

Riley looks lost for a moment. "Ok. I was. But it didn't mean-"

"Don't fucking lie to me, Riley," I interrupt. I part our hands and pick up my basketball. "Get the fuck out. I gots stuff to do."

Riley steps aside and I walk out to the street. I hear him close the door behind me. Soon I hear footsteps from behind me. I stop walking, and so the the footsteps.

"Are you fucking following me?" I ask still looking foward.

"Huh. I never heard you say the word 'fuck' so much in one day. Its so...unusual...and yet with those pigtails, so...sexy."

Even though I growl under my breath, I can't help but blush. I'm glad I kept facing the front. Damn you Riley Freeman.

"Leave me alone," I manage to say.

I start walking again and the footsteps continue, when I'm half way to the park, I stop again.

"Riley...you don't mess wit a bitch on her rebound," I say.

"Rebound?" I hear from behind me. "I heard that bitches on the rebound are the best, easier to take advantage of. So lucky me."

I make an annoyed sigh and start walking again.

Riley's Pov.

It took me a while, but I realised that shes actually going to the park, obviously to the courts. I keep following her. Actually, in a way I'm taunting her. I want to taunt her. Tease her.

She walks in the courts and starts bouncing her ball. Since she plays alone, she has no one to mark with and just shoots some hoops.

I lean on the pole and watch with my hands in my pockets. "Want me to play?" I ask as she dribbles.

She stops to glare at me. "No."

I shrug and she goes back to playing. Ok. This is going nowhere. Without warning, I jump in and grab the ball.

"Hey!"

I dribble and shoot, but miss. Cindy jumps up to grab the ball. I try to mark. She plays along. She uses the crab position in front of me and stretches one arm out, with the other hand she bounces the ball.

I smile. Our first game was ten years ago, except we hated each other since we were on opposing teams. I remember how she was a pro, she still is.

I also remember how I trash talked her about her mother, I frown at the memory. I was so stupid. Even after that, how did we become friends?

Cindy jumps up and shoots the perfect hoop and falls, instead of landing on her feet though, she lands on me.

"Ooph!" We both say in sync.

She shakes her head and stares down at me. I push her shoulder and turn her over, so I tower. She struggles underneath me. "Get off!"

Oh no you don't. I grab both her wrists and pin them above her head. I lean  my face down and kiss the tip of her nose. "The fu-?" She says. "Get off me!" I ignore her cries and kiss her again, this time on her forehead.

Shes still shouting, but this time she laughs. "Get of me Riley!" I kiss both her cheeks. "Riley!" She laughs. I smile down at her.

"There's the smile I know and love," I say.

She turns her head and blushes.

I kiss her again.

"Riley! Were in public! Off!"

"Forgive me first."

"Ri-"

"Its easy. Just say 'I forgive you'."

"I forgive you..." she says.

"Now tell me you love me," I add.

"Ri-" I kiss her to interrupt. "Ri-" Kiss. "Sto-" Kiss. "Aight! I...I love you," she says finally.

"I love you, too bae." I don't get off her though. We stare at each other and exchange smiles. The position were in...I could have sex with her right now.

"Aye!! Rape!"

Cindy and me turn our heads immediately. Outside the court, walking towards us is Uncle Ruckus. "Get off that white wemin you nigga!"

Cindy and I exchange looks and stand up. I grab the basketball. We turn our backs on him and sprint, laughing the whole time.

Maybe I don't deserve her, but I have her.

I got mah girl back.