Star-Crossed

CHAPTER THIRTY.

SKY

Alexander insisted that I go play basketball with him at the park near his house. I really didn't want to, but he got me with those eyes so I gave in. I brought my new dog Midight with me and played with him while he played with his friends.

Midnight soon fell asleep on my lap and so I was thankful I brought my notebook I refused to call my diary. So for hours, I just sat on the grass and wrote.

I fell in love with the guy I hated the most in Santa Barbara, was my first line.

When I first saw him, I never thought we would ever be together. Yes, he intrigued me because he was so angry and I wanted his approval so bad. But I never thought I would ever call him mine.

For hours and hours, Alex played. The sun was setting so people were starting to get home but Alexander didn't stop.

His eyes then moved away from his game with the two guys left and landed on me. As he ran to me, I wrote about his chiseled body leaking of sweat. I wrote about his perfect face that illuminated the darkness.

"Having fun?" I smiled and looked up at him.

"I'm so fucking thirsty." He said with his hands on his knees, out of breath.

I giggled and got up from laying on my stomach and sat up. I dug into his gym bag and got him his water.

"Thank you, babe." He thanked me before downing his bottle of water. "Are you hungry?"

I shook my head and looked down at my journal. I finished the sentence that was not so inappropriate, but one of the things I love about him.

"What are you writing there?" He asked, sitting down next to me.

"Nothing."

"Oh yeah? Why are you hiding it?" He challenged.

"Don't you have a game to play?" I groaned jokingly, closing my notebook.

"Id rather sit here with you." He replied and I scoffed at his cheesiness.

Alex laid down on his back and covered his eyes from the sun by his hand. I watched curiously as his green eyes trailed down my body.

"I fucking love that dress on you." He complimented. I looked down at my yellow floral chiffon dress and smiled.

"You do?"

"Yeah."

"Thank you. Now go and play." I said. The compliment had brought up so many more things I wanted to write about him, so I needed him to go.

"Okay, princess." He gave me kiss on my cheek before getting up.

"Stop calling me that!" I exclaimed. Every time he called me princess, was a constant reminder of the embarrassing underwear.

He waved me off before walking back to the court.

I continued to write in my notebook about how he does a one eighty turn when he was with me. He was so angry on the court but when he came to talk to me, he was like a different person.