Dribble {Sequel to Coach Styles}

Nine-

"Goodnight," I whispered, moving to duck under his arms. He pulled my chin up to his and pressed his lips to mine. I ripped away from him, walking as fast as I could inside. The stairs were never ending as I made it up to my room. I closed the door, adrenaline pulsing thorough me. I loved him, and damn it, there wasn't a day that was going to go by that he was gonna let me not.

My mind would swirl every time I saw him. There was no way possible I was still mad at him, but I didn't want to let him get off that easy. Every time he'd get close to me, I'd move to make space between us. It was almost as if the universe was pushing us toward each other. We'd both been invited to Rachel's Fall party up on the Ridge and everyone had given me enough shit about not going, I finally caved. I was quiet the entire ride, the leaves on the trees around us already changing with the cool weather and winding roads. 

"There's gonna be so many hot guys here, I'm so excited," Rachel squealed. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. 

"Alex DiMaggio is coming and he's bringing all his brothers and their friends. Talk about hot guys," Hadley chimed in.

"What about me?" Robert joked from the front seat. 

"And me," Michael chimed in

"You're off limits, bud. You too, Michael." I rolled my eyes. They were both hotter than an August day in Nevada, but off limits. Michael laid his head back against the window with a laugh.

"So I'm basically friend-zoned. Got it." 

"You're on the menu Robert,  just one of us can order you," Rachel joked. I kicked the back of her seat and got a harsh glance from her in the rearview mirror. Pulling into the driveway, the house was massive. Different colors of wooden beams held the large windows. The stairs were steep going to the front door. 

"Your dad built all this?" I marveled. 

"Yeah, he did it when I was little so we'd always have a place to come stay in the summer and fall," Rach smiled. "You guys can take any rooms you want except the first door on the left upstairs. That ones mine." Following behind Hadley and Ali, I carried my duffle bag at my side and walked down the hallway. Taking the very last door, I sighed in annoyance.

"What the hell are you doing?" I snapped, Robert's tall frame taking up too much of my personal space. 

"There's only four bedrooms and there's no way in hell I can sleep on the couch," he smiled. 

"Go ask Rachel if there's an outhouse or something." 

"That's mean to do to your best friend."

"You aren't there yet."

"C'mon, Pox. It'll be just like old times." 

I scoffed, "I didn't wanna bang you when we were eight, Robert."

"So you admit you still wanna bang me?" he grinned. 

"Shut up. You sleep on the floor." I opened the door, tossing my bag on the bed. 

"It gets quite cold up here I've heard." 

"That's what blankets are for. It's already almost midnight. Go to bed." He pulled off his shirt, and my eyes were immediately drawn to his torso.

"What are you doing?" I groaned.

"Changing to go to bed? Since I have to sleep on the floor, I thought I might change into something a little warmer." I rolled my eyes, carrying my clothes in the bathroom and slamming the door behind me. Changing  and brushing my teeth, I walked back into the room, the darkness comforting me. I plopped down on the bed, only to be met by Robert.