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I went back home after the game that we lost to the Bucks. It was embarrassing to get on court and embarrass the team like that. I didn't have that same spark like I used to and everyone reassured me that I was going to get back into it but I couldn't. That threw me off anymore. I was so upset with myself that I made Coach take me out early. I turned off my phone and just threw myself on my bed.
Salice told me days like these are the ones where we bonded most.
I grabbed my Ipad and I called her.
Mamacita connecting.......
Soon her face came to view.
"Hey ba- Klay."
"Oh hi." I told her , shyly.
"I just got back from my flight. How was the game ?"
I didn't say anything as I watched her take off her makeup. First she took off the eyelashes and placed them down. She grabbed a wipe or two and started rubbing off the layers of makeup on her face.
"Klay!"
I shook my head and noticed she was done taking off her makeup and she was staring at the camera.
"What ?"
"Why did you call me this late ?" She asked.
"You look gorgeous." I blustered out. A small smile came on her face and a light pink tint grew on her cheeks.
"Um thanks."
"You're welcome."
There was a comfortable silence until she spoke again.
"If you can't remember me , why are you talking to me ?"
"You give me a feeling I never had before or even known of. It's something there , it's just I don't know you as a person."
"What if you don't remember me ?"
"Please don't say that." I told her sincerely.
"But what if you don't ? That is a possibility. I don't want you to waste time on me because you feel some way about me , I would want you to move on. Life moves on Klay."
I put my head in my hands.
"I don't know."
"I don't want you to waste time on me when you have a life ."
"I don't want to talk about this."
"But we should."
"Bye Salice." I just ended the call. I couldn't keep talking to her , I was uncomfortable. An excruciating pain hit my temples.
A tap was placed on my shoulder and I looked up. A girl with long dark red hair and tattoos looked at me with a small smile on her face.
