friends or more • jenzie

10 ↬ emergency basketball training

Mackenzie Ziegler
8:00 am

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I wake up in the morning to the loud chirping of birds and the squealing cicadas. Rolling over, I envelop in the warmth of my bed and dread getting out to get ready for school.

Hold on, it's Saturday.

And these aren't my bedsheets.

They're Johnny's.

I flick my eyes open and sit up.
As I do, the events of last night come to me in flashes. Lauren's party. Johnny's eyes lingering on my body. The alcohol. My groans. His groans. Him.

All of him; undressing me, fondling me, kissing me.

My cheeks flush red and an unsettled feeling fills my stomach. I put my head in my hands, and conclude that I did in fact lose my virginity last night when I notice that I'm sore. Shit. Holy shit.

He's not here, thank god, and my eyes scan the room. What does this mean though? Where is he? Did he simply leave after taking something so precious off of me?

He can't have, that's low.

I come to the conclusion that he must be eating breakfast, or taking a shower, or outside shooting hoops; he's giving me a chance to come to terms with what is happening. That's all.

Getting up slowly, I walk to the end of my bed to pick up my bra and underwear, followed by my dress. As I do, I spot something on his dresser and I move closer.

A note.

Kenz,
I had to leave–
emergency basketball training
See you later

It's eight am. Why the hell would he need a basketball training, and why so early in the morning? Why didn't he just wake me? Why does he seem in a hurry?

But most of all– why didn't he mention last night? I silently swallow back a lump in my throat.

Maybe because he didn't enjoy himself, a little voice says inside my head. Or maybe he regrets everything, another voice says.

Or, he used you.

I fight the urge to stamp my foot on the ground in annoyance. Tears pool in my eyes, hurt that he couldn't even face me and tell the truth. I continue to get dressed into last nights clothes, (talk about the walk of shame) and attempt to tame my hair; you can tell someone was running their hands through it though.

I make sure to screw up Johnny's note and place it on his dresser again before opening his window and reaching through to mine. Unhooking the latch, I force my small body through the gap.

When I get inside my own room, I stay standing for a few seconds in denial. When my emotions finally catch up to real life though, I collapse onto my bed in sorrow.

It's not long before I've cried out all the tears in my body.

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