Same Team

Ch.7- Absent

Beyoncé's P.O.V

I sat at the front of the bus by myself going over our line up for the game.

Or at least I was trying to.

I'm still... Shocked about this morning. Seriously what the hell was that? First thing I know she's cussing me out, then she kisses me? Where the hell does that even come from? What possessed her to do that?

After that incident we avoided each other entirely when the team had breakfast together. Which, of course wasn't strange because as far as the other girls knew she hates me. I mean I still think she does... Or, shit I don't what she feels towards me at this point.

I just think she is very... Confused right now. I know I most definitely am. But I also know for sure nothing like this will ever happen again. I simply will not allow it to. Regardless if even the smallest part of me so wrongingly enjoyed it... It will never happen again.

Once we pulled into the parking lot, I got out of my seat to speak.

"Ok, allot of the teams are here already, we're just a little bit late. We have our first game in about 35 minutes or so. So lets go in, get warm, and get ready." I spoke before leading everyone off the bus.

We walked into the highschool our tournament was being held at, and found court 2, in J.V. gym, the court we're playing on.

I worked on our line up sheet, which only took a few minutes since I already went over it on the bus, and it's the same unless I see a change needed, then I turned it in.

After that I just stood off to the side observing my girls warm up like I usually.

Not by choice my eyes found Onika. I watched as her and Ayesha peppered back and forth. My eyes focused on the accuracy of her stance. Seeing if she was as low as she was supposed to be. My vision fixed on her thighs... They're just... Damn...

Only one other time I paid attention to her figure. Which was that day I clipped her bra. I was looking closely at the scar on her back, it was honestly my main reasoning to help her so I could confirm to myself if it actually was a scar or not, otherwise I would've let her struggle. But once I finished my eyes innocently looked down not expecting to see anything... But then it was just right there... Her ass was just so big and I couldn't bring myself to stop staring at it. I think that's the first time another womans ass had me stuck.

"Coach!" I heard Alexis loudly snapping at me.

Apparently this was the second time... I didn't even realize the ref. official was trying to tell me it was time for the other team to get on the net and hit.

It's going to be a long day...
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Sunday

I fumbled with the keys before I found the correct one to my front door, and opened it.

I dropped my bag by the door and slid out of my shoes.

The television was on in the living room, and I could hear talking.

Then I heard that loud adorable laugh. My cheeks warmed with a smile before I sneakily walked into the room.

I snuck up behind the couch watching as Shianne talked and laughed at what she was watching on T.V. with Michael.

When I got close enough I reached down fast tickling her, and she screamed laughing.

When she almost fell off the the couch I leaned forward catching her, along with Michael's arm to stop her. I pulled her up into my arms to make sure she was ok, and when she laughed I smiled as well kissing her cheek.