3 days later you were sitting in your room, music playing, softly, from your TV, a book in your hands. Within the last 3 days, Morgan and her friends had shut up, thanks to what Sam said, and he hadn’t talked to you since you basically told you to back off. It was weird, you felt happy he stopped bothering you, but every time you passed each other in the hallway, his hazel eyes would stare at you with little to no emotion in them. His shoulder would brush yours as he passed and your chest would feel heavy, but why?
Your eyes drifted off the page to look out the window across from you, it was Saturday night, around 8 o’clock and you knew Sam’s basketball game was well on its way. You sighed and rolled over, dropping your book and covering your head with a pillow, in attempt to forget Sam’s face.
Suddenly your sister burst through your door, “Get up,”
You looked at her and found her going through your close, “What, why?”
She threw dark jeans at you, a maroon colored tank top and a black v-neck. “The basketball game,” she answered before bending down and grabbing your black converse.
You dropped backwards and moved your eyes to the page, “Go without me,”
“Y/N, get the fuck up and lets go, their losing.” She said, as if that was the world’s biggest problem.
You rolled your eyes, “Not my problem,”
Your sister whipped a converse at you, “Just come with me!” She yelled.
You groaned and got up, you quickly changed and made your way to the bathroom, brushing your already straight hair and touching up your eyeliner and mascara. You put on your shoes and joined your sister downstairs, she handed you the keys and you guys made your way to the school.
“Why do I have to go with you? Why didn’t you ask one of your friends?” You asked while staring at the road.
“Because not only does Sam want you there, but you never come out of your room. You’re a senior and have only gone to like 4 games within the last 4 years, that’s sad,” Your sister said.
You sighed and didn’t say anything else, there was no use in arguing with her because she would never quit. It was a quick 10 minute drive to the school, you parked and paid the $5 to get in. The gym was packed, to say the least, and a black out, so it was a sea of darkness in the bleachers. You looked at the board and saw there was 10 minutes left and the score was 102 -94, they were losing.
You and your sister stood at the bottom of the bleachers behind the players of your team, you glanced towards the floor and immediately saw Sam. Jack Gilinsky was too his left and caught your eye, he tore his eyes away from you and called out Sam’s name, Sam quickly glanced at him then at you. He smiled and stole the ball, passing it to Jack and making sure he was open, he got the ball back and made a shot. The crowd erupted in cheers, the score was now 102-97.
Your sister bumped your side with her elbow, you bite your lip to stop the smile from coming out as you clapped with the crowd. The game continued on and your team kept scoring, Sam doing most of the shots. There was 3 minutes left and the score was 102-101, both teams wanted to win and the gym couldn’t get any louder. The coach pulled Sam and he made his way right to you, ignoring his coach that grabbed at him.
He was sweaty and disgusting, his cheeks rosy and hair drenched in sweat, but he wore a smile with serious eyes. “I’m glad you made it,” He told you and he stood before you.
Your heart fluttered as you glanced at the clock, “Sam,”
“If I make the game winning shot you go on a date with me,” Sam demanded, it wasn’t a question.
The clock had hit 1 minute left and his coach was yelling at him to get back in the game, you stared at him and shoved his chest, “Sam, the game!”
“Agree with me! Say yes!” Sam yelled with a smile, not moving.
“Y/N,” Your sister yelled.
“Damn it! Fine!” You screamed.
Sam smiled and ran into the game, his teammate running off the floor so he could play. Sam got the ball and made his way to the net, with 5 seconds left he threw the ball and right as it whooshed through the net, the buzzer went off. They just won 104-102.
You smiled and cheered along with the crowd and ignored how your ears would be deaf within the next hour, you looked at your sister and she wiggled her eyebrows at you and gave you a smile. You looked back towards the floor and saw the boys celebrating, you couldn’t believe Sam just blackmailed you into a date. You watched as Sam broke away from his team and made his way towards you with the biggest smile on his face, you crossed your arms and shook your head.
“I believe you owe me a date,” He said, ignoring his friends that were clapping their hands against his back and telling him how good he did.
“You blackmailed me,” You answered.
“The sweetest blackmail,” he winked.
