Star-Crossed

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE (Revised).

ALEXANDER

It was game day today and it couldn't be a more worst day for it. Waking up pissed was the fucking worse.

I dreamt of Sky last night.

The dream is still so fresh in my memory so I thought about it before it could vanish.

Her plump lips were perfectly on me and tasted like watermelon, as she had her arms around my neck and I had her pinned on the wall behind her.

Her whimpers was all I could hear as I kissed on her neck and she pulled on my hair gently. Before I could even enjoy the rest of my heavenly dream, I woke up alone in my room with a fucking hard rod in between my legs.

I walked to the washroom and took care of it, the image of her biting her lip roaming my mind.

A loud knock startled me. "Alex, what the fuck are you doing?" Justin shouted.

I rolled my eyes at him and pulled my pants back up. I had to take a shower, eat breakfast then go to practice before the game starts.

After taking my shower, I got dressed in my basketball jersey and shorts, then made my way down to breakfast.

Today was not my fucking day, I've never been this pissed in my life. My mother calling me to tell me about my father, Sky being mad at me, and now Angela who was jogging up next to me.

"Hey, Alex." Angela smiled, and I kept walking faster so she would leave me alone. I really didn't want to lash out at another person.

I think she got the hint that I was not in the mood so she went to sit next to her idiotic friends.

My eyes caught on Sky and she looked up at me before rolling her eyes and looking down. My anger grew at her feistiness and I went to get myself a bowl of cereal and a banana.

I ate while staring at Sky from across the room. It pissed me off that she was so happy and laughing while I was breaking from the inside out.

Even though I was angry, I couldn't help but notice everything about her. Her in that cheerleading uniform had to be my favourite on her. She wore a white turtleneck underneath, and the contrast of it with her golden brown skin was so damned alluring. Her spiral curls were sprawled out on her shoulders and had a few braids in it.

My eyes continued to watch her. She looked at me because my gaze was probably so strong on her, but she looked back down.

I couldn't believe that she was ignoring me like this, but I also couldn't blame her because I lashed out on her yesterday when she was the only person that had been helping my anger.

Something about her words, or the way she looked at me, or her hand on my cheek, it just calmed me instantly and I needed that.

I needed it now.

I got up and stared at her until she looked at me. Her eyes left Elena who was talking to her and she looked at me. I pointed to the door with my head and she rolled her eyes before turning back to Elena.

What the fuck?

Sky was always there when I needed her, and now that I really needed her, her efforts at trying to help me have run out.

She'd just given up on me, and I wanted to be devastated and angry at the same time. It's so much easier to be angry, so I stuck with anger.

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The rest of my teammates actually went to the practice before the game but I couldn't. I was just so angry and I didn't fucking know how to stop it.

We were in New fucking York, so all of my calming places were thousands of miles away. I can't risk getting in shit for punching the walls of this hotel room, and Sky wasn't fucking talking to me to help my anger.