Do Players Fall In Love?

Chapter 12.

Chapter 12

TAYLOR'S P. O V.

I smiled when the clock finally changed to 12:00 AM. I'm officially 18! Well, not until 12:43 officially, but whatever. I jump out of my bed and walk to my window in my room. Since me and Zach are living back to back, when I looked out my window, Zach's was right across from mine, about 10 feet away. His curtains were always open, but mine were usually closed, because I don't want to see what goes on in there.

Looking through the window, I see Zach sitting on his bed with a huge smile. He probably realized that we are officially eighteen. He was looking down at his phone, pressing a couple of buttons. Just then, my phone rang on my bedside table. I reached over and grabbed it, still staying in front of the window.

"Hello?" I asked, my voice coming out a little raspy.

"Baby girl! It's our birthday!" He said, and looking at him through his window he was doing a ridiculous dance that consisted a lot of butt shaking.

"Oh God, you honestly should stop dancing like that."

He immediately stopped and looked around his room, trying to look for me I guess.

"The window." I say, giving him a hint. He turned towards me and narrowed his eyes. "You little stalker."

I scoffed. "You wish. And you need to sleep. The game's tomorrow."

"You mean today? Technically it's today." He argues, pointing down and raising his eyebrows.

"Whatever, same thing"

"Then the game is today. Anyway, I'm having a party tonight. Sort of a celebration for winning the game and our birthday."

"You're so cocky." I say, while he sits kneeling in front of his own window, so that we are looking straight at each other.

Just then my phone beeped, saying I had a new message. I looked at my screen and saw I had 6 Facebook notifications already, all saying happy birthday, and a message from Lauren that is 3 pages long.

"Let me guess? Lauren and facebook?" Zach asked. I placed the phone back to my ear.

"Duh." I run a hand through my hair, feeling extremely tired.

"Oh and open your window quick." He says, getting up and getting something from his drawer. Maybe my present?

"Why?" I asked, not moving.

He placed the phone in the crook of his neck, using both hands to dig through his closet. He found what he was looking for and said, "The jersey."

"Oh, yeah." I say, feeling a little selfish, expecting a present. I open up my window, immediately feeling a cold breeze rush in. Zach opened his window too.

"Ready?" He yells. I place my phone down on the floor.

"Hurry up!" I shiver. It's freezing out, especially this time of night.

He rolls his eyes and chucks his jersey from last year through his window, and it flies through my window. The smell of axe and cinnamon fill the room. I quickly shut the window, to stop the flow of cold air. I place the phone back to my ear.

"Thanks. So what time is the game?" I ask.

"There's a half hour of warm ups so be there at four o'clock. The actual game starts at four thirty."

"Okay." A silence passes. "You should go to sleep. Got a big day today."

"Yeah." He stands up. "Goodnight baby girl."