It All Started With A Basketball

Chapter 7 - I Think We Lost Him

Were those words true?
Did he mean it in that way?

Did he like me?

Or was I just hearing things?

I mean at this point I'd only date him for his looks.
Only because I haven't really gotten to know him. What I did get to know of him is that...
Well let's see:

1. Brandon has a squad which consists of one creepy friend, one annoying friend and one quiet friend (seriously I never heard him speak a single word!)
2. Brandon plays basketball.
3. Brandon's hot.
4. Brandon's friends are hot.
5. Brandon is hotter than his friends.
6. Brandon is a player.
7. Did I mention he was hot?

But still, going back to the sixth thing, that's another reason why I wouldn't date him. I don't want to get my heart broken again.

What am I saying? I wouldn't date him at all!

Okay, we all know that's a lie.

Besides, it's not like he actually said those words. If he did, it could've meant something else or there could've been a word he said that I didn't hear.

For example:
1. Your food will be mine.
2. You will be mine lab partner for science today. (Yes that was grammatically correct. Not.)
3. He could've been talking to someone behind me.

OH WHO AM I KIDDING?

THE BAD BOY IS TRYING TO MAKE ME FALL FOR HIM

AND I'M STARTING TO DO SO!

Enough thinking. I need to get to class. I'm not going to miss YET ANOTHER period.

I got up off the bench.

Wait, since when did I sit down on a bench in the first place?

The only problem was, as soon as I stood up, a pair of muscular arms wrapped around my waist.

And you all know what happens next!

This is the part where I am carried away.

That's not a good thing.

"How'd you even catch up to me?" I questioned, as Brandon placed one hand under my legs and one hand on my back carrying me bridal style. I put both my arms around his neck to be sure I wouldn't fall.

I didn't bother trying to escape. It would obviously be a failure so might as well get it over with.

"Well, it's not that hard when you're sitting on a bench practically waiting for me."
I gasped.
"You left my backpack at the bench!"
"So?"
"SO GO GET IT!" I tell him.
Brandon groaned. "You know, you're making this job very difficult."
"Well, if you weren't carrying me, I would be wearing my own backpack."
"Well if I wasn't carrying you, you would be avoiding me." He retorted.
"Good point."

Brandon carried me back over to the bench and put my backpack on his left shoulder while his own was on his right. Then we made our way to the classroom.
"I'm actually quite enjoying this free ride." I giggled.
"Shut up." He said, but I could see a small smile formed on his face.

Brandon put me down next to the door. I dusted myself off and I was about to ask him for my backpack, but he threw it next to me, causing it to hit the wall.
"What was that for?!" I asked, annoyed.
"You said we weren't friends." He shrugged. "So why should I do you a favor?"

It's true, I did. I thought, remembering the long rant I made outside of the office earlier. That was very mean of me to do that. He takes me to class, makes me laugh and I tell him we aren't friends and to basically get out of my life. I shook away my thoughts.