Happily Ever After.... Yeah Right!!

Part 20

After the drive, I excused myself and went to the bathroom. I got changed into my sweats and runners and fixed my long, thick, light brown hair into a high ponytail.

I left the bathroom and headed for the kitchen. Jonas was sitting at the stool by the counter as I walked in. He had also changed into his sweats and runners. I noticed towels and a couple of water bottles sitting beside him on the counter. After I walked in, he stood up and walked toward me.

"You're looking good," Jonas noted looking me from top to bottom.

I tried not to blush but could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. "Looking fine yourself."

"Thanks. Well, you ready to play." He said as he tossed a towel and water bottle in my direction. "You might need it."

"Didn't you know, a girl doesn't sweat. But thanks anyway," I politely retorted.

"Okay, then you'll be the first girl to ever sweat. I'll make sure of it," Jonas replied with a faint wiggle of his eyebrows, "After you."

"How mighty kind of you," I said in an exaggerated tone.

We made our way to the basketball court as I was frantically deciding how I needed to confront him. I finally decided to wait until I was winning.

We decided to play a one on one game. I started with the ball. Once he threw me the ball, I looked him in the eye faked a shot and went for the lay-up. SCORE! Jonas just looked at me in amazement and wonder.

We played for about twenty minutes and the score was 23-17 for me. Jonas was a picture of sweat and pure adrenaline. His emerald eyes were sharp and ready but also calm and curious. The muscles in Jonas's arms rippled as he threw me the ball. So many distractions. I had to focus on the task at hand. I can't help but mention it isn't easy to focus while staring at such a hunk.

While we were having a quick water break I asked him, "What have you been up to at lunch because I can never seem to find you?"

"Not much. Most of the time I'm hanging with my bros or having a

basketball meeting with the coach," Jonas answered. "You?"

"Sit around and eat lunch alone or shoot some hoops alone," I recalled with slight hesitation.

"Oh." was all Jonas could say before stepping closer and adding, "Holler my name the next time you plan on shooting hoops alone. I'll always join you."

I had finally had it. I pushed myself farther away from him and shouted, "I saw you kiss her!"

"What? Kiss who? When?" Jonas questioned.

"You kissed Tiffany Silverstein in the cafeteria yesterday during lunch. That totally does sound like hanging with your bros or having a basketball meeting," I hollered.

Jonas was about to say something when I interrupted, "Why do you keep leading me on? You have a girlfriend!"

Jonas looked hurt. "Okay. Fine. Yes, I have a girlfriend. But to my defense I was breaking up with her. She just wouldn't listen to me yesterday."

"What?"

"I was going to break up with Tiffany," Jonas repeated for my benefit.

"You were going to break up with her? Why?" I persisted.

"I have wanted to break up with Tiffany for a while now because she isn't the right girl for me," Jonas started, "She was always obsessing about herself and didn't give a crap about how I felt."

"Then why are you dating her in the first place?" I implored.

"Because people expect the best athletes to go out with a cheerleader."

"Who expects that? It sounds kind of stupid in my opinion," I replied.

"It is." Jonas said. The look on his face told me he didn't have anything else to say on the subject.

"Well, now that that awkward conversation is done... you wanna keep playing?" I asked with an awkward smile.

"Sure, but I have one question, first. If we ever date, are you going to obsess about yourself?" Jonas wondered.

"If we dated, I would ask you how you were doing every time we talked. And if I start to obsess over myself too much, I would allow you to kiss me," I said and quickly added, "as a polite way to shut me up."

"Alright. I agree to your terms," Jonas replied while taking a few steps closer to me, "I think I might even enjoy it when you obsess over yourself."

"Well then, if you want to know about me." I started but was interrupted by Jonas sweeping his arm around my back. He then dipped me and landed a sweet kiss on my lips.

I was able to pull away for a short second to say, "I like this agreement too, but, remember, we aren't dating."

Jonas's answer was another kiss.

I just have to mention this: Even though he is breaking up with his girlfriend, he is such a two timing jerk. A very hot two timing jerk, I should say.

Once the kiss ended, we continued our game, which by the way, I ended up winning 34-29 and got a kiss, on the cheek, for my success.

After we finished our basketball 'date', Jonas drove me home and kissed me one more time before promising, "Don't worry, we can officially be a couple after I break up with Tiffany, only if you want to. Oh and, don't forget about our 'date' Saturday night."

"I won't. Don't worry about it," I insisted.

As Jonas drove away, I was left in a cloud of happiness. This cloud, though, was changed from happiness to anger and annoyance not minutes after stepping into the house.