Only one who gets me. {Kyrie Irving}

Queen

"Who crowned you queen of you think your to cool?
You're making beautiful look ugly
The way you put yourself above me
You treat me like I got nothing on you
Making beautiful look ugly
You ain't the ruler of no country
Who made you the queen?"
- Queen, Shawn Mendes

I went and sat down on the couch and she followed me her eyes darting this way and that. I motioned for her to sit to. We sat there in silence.

"What are you looking at," she snapped at me. I forced myself to come out of my day dream.

"Oh um uh I was I uh I, i was just thinking." I stuttered.

"Yeah right," she said and she smirked," I know I've said this once but I'd like to make myself clear. I'm not here for you to drool over and day dream about, I'm not here to drop my panties and get in bed with you, I'm here to fix your knee and only your knee so what ever your thinking you just need to stop thinking it now because it's not happening. You understand Kyrie?" She asked me keeping a straight face.

"First of all," I snapped at her. "How do you know I was thinking about that, this is my home and you can't just come in here and start accusing me of doing things I'm not doing, and second of all you don't always have to remind me of it, ok? I can think sometimes you know it's not like all I think about is how to get you in bed, I mean come on what kind of man thinks like that. I'm sorry you thought that way but obviously you didn't come here to talk so why don't you just leave until it's time for you to come back for PT."

"Fine," she snapped back "if that's what you think then that's what you think and I'm just gonna leave. Cause you obviously don't want me here." She fake laughed.

"Haha you got that right, look I don't know who made you the queen of everything but who ever did was wrong so I think you need to go, and I'm not gonna show you where the door is unless I have to because I'm not going to waist my energy on someone like you." She huffed and stood up. "I hope the door hits your big ass on the way out." I told her.

"Oh you know it will cause it's to big to just sneak by and I'm sure that's another reason you want me." She said back.

I laughed, "Girl I don't want anything to do with you besides you being my PT so I hope you have a great day until we meet again so good bye." I said and she walked out and slammed the door. I sat back, smiled, and turned the PS4 on. I played NBA 2k18 for a while then I got bored. I decided to text her.

Me
Look I'm sorry could you forgive me? Plz...

Ashley
I'll think about it 😉

I put my phone down and stared at nothing. Ugh, it had been such a long day already and it's only nine. Fuck she's gonna be back here soon since it's already nine, I thought. I got up and changed into athletic pants and a tight fitting shirt that fit a little to well even for my liking, but it's one of the only clean things I had. After I got dressed I walked down stairs and grabbed something to eat. I was looking at my phone, sitting on my sofa, when there was a knock on my door. I knew it was Ashley, so I got up and answered the door. "Hey," I said. She walked past me and into my workout room. "Hey, how'd you know it was back here." I asked walking in.

"Just a guess." She stated plainly. She had on black yoga pants and a grey shot sleeved Nike shirt that crossed in the back. Her golden blond hair was lightly waved and was up in a high ponytail. The way she looked at me, I knew she was frustrated, but her kind deep blue eyes and soft face made me feel different. No I do not like my Physical Therapist. No, no, no! I thought. "Hmm, just a guess?" I asked. She looked at me like she was gonna ring my neck. I laughed. "Ok jeez, chill out for once, get loose." She sarcastically laughed then sighed and looked at me straight in the face.

"Get on your treadmill and shut up, I'm not getting loose with you." I smirked and walked off, and I got onto the treadmill.

"How fast?" I asked her.

"Slow, take it slow." She set the incline and speed really slow.

"Why does incline have to be so low? Why am I going so slow? How long do I have to go this slow? When am I going to be able to play? Or at least when am I going to be able to practice? Will I be back for the preseason? Ugh why won't you answer any of my questions?"

She laughed, "I'm not answering any of your seven questions that you asked in a thirty second time span. If you'd learn to be patient and let me answer instead of jumping to the next question I'd answer you."

"Well I'm sorry, Queen Bee but you aren't out cause of knee surgery I am, and you don't understand what I'm going through right now," I snapped at her.

She pulled the emergency plug off of the treadmill. "Really well since your so short tempered with me, I'd love to know why."

"It's none of your business, now give that back," I told her and she threw it in her bag. "Ugh, fuck you," I said. She laughed and sat down.

"No really I wanna know maybe I can help." She asked, and for once she actually looked like she cared.

"I don't know," I said running my hand over my head. She patted the seat beside her and I sat down. "Well um I guess this has now became a therapy lesson. She laughed and looked at me in a way that I knew to keep talking. "Well um so I demanded the trade obviously, and I got a lot of backlash. Well I put that aside and tried not to let it bother me, well then I threw to lob to Gordon and he broke his ankle and was out for the season. While all of that was going on my knee started to act up and that was the last thing I wanted to happen, then my girl broke up with me. On my birthday I got told I needed knee surgery, so I got it thinking I would be back during the playoffs, but then I found out I had an infection in my knee and I wouldn't be able to play during the playoffs. Recently my girl came back and got all of her stuff cause she actually meant it when she broke up with me, and it's just ugh it's just hard." She stared at me blankly. "What?" I asked.

"Your snapping at me over your own personal problems, first of all I shoulda known you were sad about a girl, and I'm sure she dumped you because you cheated on her with like ten other girls. Second of all I know you hurt your knee that's why I'm here. Finally it's just pure stupidity to blame yourself for Gordon getting hurt so I think all of those things are your own problems that I can't handle, nor deal with."

"Your acting like a Queen when your really not, fuck you." I said.

"Me fucking myself, hah well I do it all the time." She smirked at me.

Ugh!!!!!!!!!! Why!!!!!!!! Why did Kyrie have to get a girlfriend, am I the only one who is heartbroken by it? I love him and want what's best for him, but ugh, it just bothers me. I mean they're gonna break up at some point, I'm just saying🤷‍♀️......