The Bad Boy's Sleeping Beauty

Chapter 19

Zoë leaned against the poll that held the basketball hoop above it and heaved. I bent down, resting my hands on my knees and groaned. Coach Dunne was making us run again and had ignored all of our protests and excuses.

"I'll kill him," Zoë heaved.

My laugh was breathy and weird but when I followed her gaze it was set on Preston who laughed and rubbed his bicep while speaking to Ashley.

"Preston?" I asked.

She stood upright and nodded. Her head began to wobble from side to side as she started to jog again around the rest of the courts. I followed.

"Yeah," she said breathily.

I furrowed my eyebrows, my brain too tired to process any information. "Why?"

She groaned up to the air and stayed silent for a while and finally skidded to a stop a few feet away from Coach. We both began walking, hands on hips.

"He's always with her," she spat, "when was the last time he actually asked me out?"

I laughed at her jealousy. I saw this coming from a mile away and she was only admitting to her feelings for Preston now.

"You're jealous."

She 'pfted' and rolled her eyes. "I think so but still why are they always together?" She asked, throwing her arms up.

I laughed again. "You weren't interested obviously he had to move on," I told her.

She plopped down on the bleachers and groaned. "But, but...I don't know." She rubbed her face with her hands, frustrated. "I think I just wanted to make sure that no matter how hard I played to get he'd still be there waiting for me."

I rubbed my hand on her back and nodded. I didn't know what to say to her, especially now that she finally admitted the truth to herself.

After telling Zoë that Preston was still interested and that if he did speak to her she should give him a chance Coach Dunne called everyone to him and he then began to explain what they were doing and let us sit out because I told him Zoë wasn't doing so well which seemed and looked true. Her rosy cheeks where pale and her smirk had been washed away at the sight of Ashley touching Preston's shoulder flirtatiously.

The period had ended and I was tired of seeing a sulking Zoë so I told her to pull herself up and be her normal bitchy self but that result in her dragging herself to the girls locker room.

I jumped down the bleacher and before I could fall Bash steadied me. He smiled charmingly and I did too. He was so close at the smell of testosterone was engulfing my nose, overwhelming my senses. He didn't stink but he definitely smelt like boy. I didn't even know if that was a scent because if it wasn't one it should be,

"Sorry, I stink," he said, stepping away from me.

I shook my head and without thinking I said, "you do but it smells nice."

Bash burst out laughing at my comment and then he took a step forward. His ears hiccuped when his smile widened and I blushed, embarrassed at my words .

"Thank you," he said, "you smell nice too."

I rolled my eyes, a goofy grin resting on my face. Bash reached for my hand and intertwined our hands. "What's going on with Preston and Ashley?" I asked him, trying to distract my brain from Bash's hand around mine.

Bash shrugged. "I really don't know, I mean, I don't like her but they seem to be hitting it off, why?" He asked.

"Zoë likes him. She's upset," I told him.