Impossible

Ch. 11

Mica's POV:

No. No no no no no no no no no no no no no.

I don't love Jason, I can't love him, there's no way.

but you do love him, you can't even deny it anymore, you do

My inner brain nagged at me, as the bell rung and I ran out of Spanish class.

My books were gathered in my arm and my mind was fogged with thoughts.

I can't love him it's not possible, can you love someone you've never even dated? Is that even possible? But know that I know I do, do I tell him? How would I tell him? What would happen if-

My internal questioning was cut off when I ran into some guy in the hallway. I stumbled and stepped back, examining his face.

"Sorry"

He mumbled, Tyrone I think was his name.

I rolled my eyes and pushed on, eager to get to my locker before Jason even gets in this hallway.

I'm positive the next time I face him I'll be choking on my words, now that I know I'm in fucking love with him.

Ever since I was a kid, I thought you fell in love when you were dating someone, and had a special bond. I guess I was wrong though, because now here I am falling he's over heels for a boy that will never love me back.

I finally arrive at my locker, quickly twisting in the code and exchanging my books. I finish quickly, and turn around and walk away.

"Mica! Mica, hey, wait!"

I sucked in a sharp breath and turned around to the unfamiliar voice.

It's Coach Evans.

"Hey, mica, I haven't seen you at any of the conditioning we've had this week, my star player is still trying out right?"

He chuckles. I love Coach Evans, but I hate how he picks favorites. It's not fair to my other teammates when he calls me his "star player" and plays me the entire game. It's not the Mica Teaks show, we're a team. I push this out of my mind and open my mouth to reply,

"Yeah, course. Sorry I've been busy this week, ya know lots of tests and such."

"Don't worry about it. Tomorrow at tryouts, why don't you stay an extra hour and weight lift and run with a few others? It would make up you missing conditioning."

ughhhh fuck. I'm too lazy to do that shit.

"Yeah, sure, whatever works."

I say halfheartedly.

I actually haven't played basketball in a week or so, I hope I'm not too bad tomorrow.

The two minute bell rings, and Coach Evans smiles

"Okay, well I need to go back to my english class and you need to get to class, so I'll see you tomorrow. I'll assume you're going to be the best, don't disappoint me."

He walks away, and a pressure is put on my chest.

shit, now I need to shoot some baskets or coach is gonna make me run till I vomit again.

Yes, that's right, again.

That was a rough day.

I arrive to my next class and plop down.

I know what I'll be doing after school.

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