short crush / love stories

Momma is Proud

Ryder plus Emily
"Ryder Smith, what the fuck are you doing?" my sister beckoned from the upstairs room, "We have to get ready for basketball camp!"
"Like you are even good at basketball," I scoffed while putting on my favorite basketball shoes-Kyrie's.
"Oh shut up!!" She squealed, while grabbing her stuff and leaving out of the door.
Damn. Somebody's mad. I grab my equipment bag in my bedroom which has my basketball and refreshments. I walked outside of the door to see Kayla impatiently touching my cars' windows.
"You gotta wait for me you know that right?" I say sarcastically.
She pouts. She was a freshmen or about to be freshmen, and I was going to be a senior. It was summertime, and this was the last time I could grind it out without being spied on colleges every other day.
I open the car doors using my keys, and Kayla walks into my car. She was an avid basketball player but better at soccer. Most girls at her age didn't take the sport seriously like she did.
"I'm ready to knock these fools!" She says ecstatically.
"Oh lord.." I laughed. "Maybe you will make friends out of these fools."
She sneered at me.
Finally, we arrived at the Ostend Gym. It was where the first day of the basketball camp and on the last day of the camp we get to meet Chris Paul, one of my favorite guards in the league. At the same time, I couldn't stop taking a glimpse of the blue car—a senior girl that I hated, her name was Emily Riley. She was a tiny midget who could play basketball very well. We've been enemies ever since 9th grade, when I told her girls basketball wasn't a real sport. That was my bad but she never accepted my apology. She annoys the shit out of me everytime during class. Sometimes it was sexy when she annoyed the shit out of me, but I hated to admit it.
"Isn't that your girlfriend's car?" Kayla smirked.
I cringed at the word girlfriend. Could she even reach me with her short ass fucking legs? How would that even work?
I dismissed that comment and walked over to the field house. The Ostend Gym was beautiful, it had an ice rink, rock climbing, and a gymnasium all in one.
I could notice a tiny girl's footsteps. I knew those footsteps instantly. It was Emily. And she was coming in hard. I wasn't prepared to start off my day with a big slam.
"Hey, Ryder," she smiled, acting more nicer than usual, which outlined her features-even though I do talk a lot of shit about her, one things for sure, she was gorgeous and I wasn't afraid to admit it.
"Wassup Midget," I said laughing.
She frowned and silently walked away. Kayla laughed hysterically. I didn't understand. Usually she had a smart ass or rude comment for me, but now she didn't seem like she was being herself as my enemy. Was the charade done? If it was, good! Then that means I don't have to care about drama anymore, especially not with a girl who can't reach the top shelf. But then again, I was feeling disappointed because I liked being a little playful with her.
Finally, we entered into the actual gym where the basketball courts were. There were a few of my friends—Jackson and Mikah—playing a game of 1v1. I entered near their court, so they could see that I was here.
"Wassup bro!!" We initiated our secret handshake. 1 clap, 2 clap, then shoot it like you are a baller.
"Nothing much," I reply.
"I think I'm going over near Olivia's court..." Jackson stammers.
"Why because you are into her?" I wiggle my eyebrows.
"No there's a game," he points at them, "King of the Hill,"
I start to look over where he's pointing at. I see the game but I see my enemy. Emily. She was small, her hair was up in a high ponytail, and she was wearing a Class of 2020 shirt.
"Come on, Ryder," Jackson says, "Let's play!"
I start to stare at him like he's Medusa. Does he really think I'm going over there? What about Emily? She was acting weird with me several minutes before.
"Forget about Emily," Micah reads my mind, "she's only your archenemy after all."
"Fine," I say agreeing with my friends.
We walk to the other side of the court. Jackson's crush, Olivia is up versing Mike, a phenomenal player. It's obvious when she dribbles into the paint, she gets blocked. Then, I start to notice Emily in line, and she's full blown staring at me. What is wrong with her?
"Can we join?" Jackson asks.
Emily's eyes start to widen.
"Yeah can they play?" she asks Mike, her eyes mostly focusing on me.
"Uh yeah sure," he says.
Instantly, I regret this. Emily was acting weird. In addition, I had to wait in a line of 10 people. Then I started to realize the games were somewhat competitive. The regretting I had before dissipated into the air because of the entertainment. It was finally my turn, Lucy lost to me, that's a dead obvious, and it meant I was on offense. As I faced the other side, I saw my competitor. It was Emily. She slowly handed me the ball and I knew what I was going to do. I was going to easily post her tiny body up and she was done for. It's not like she could beat me anyway, she was what? 5'1 to my 6'1?
I got the ball and turned my body to the left, shielding her from even stripping the ball. I kept backing and backing her up, she couldn't do anything, she was being destroyed by momentum. This was fucking easy. Suddenly I decided to drop step, and I imagined a victory dance and celebration after I made it in. In addition, the defeated look on my enemy's beautiful face would be priceless.
As I released the ball, their was a sense of relief, but then I heard it smack against outside the backboard. I was fucking confused. I turned around. There, little Emily, looked at me petrified. The ball was on the floor but it didn't went in. She blocked it from behind off the backboard. I started to get infuriated.
She's a fucking small ass girl. You must suck actual balls if that happened to you. The next time, I was going to get vengeance and win.
Everyone started congratulating her like she just didn't get a lucky block. I was waiting in line again and wished she could defeat everyone so it could get back to me and I would destroy her.
It took a couple of times, but finally, it came to a situation similar to the last one, but this time she was on offense. I gave her the ball and rushed at her out of anger. She passed me up easily and I had no choice. I had to do this. I gave her a light shove and bodied her when she took the floater. Her shot air balled badly. I smirked and smiled, because I won.
"You can't beat me princess," I smirk at her.
She didn't laugh or give me a smart ass comment, which I wanted. Instead, she was crying, laying flat on the ground wincing in substantial amount of pain. I started to get my senses back and realized that I was fucking crazy.
Everyone looked at me and stared at me like I was a fucking lunatic. Emily didn't have any smart ass comment to say like she usually did and I felt sad because of it. I wanted her uptight personality to put me in my place. But she didn't speak. Instead she limped out of the gym and into the hallway, bawling her eyes out.
If you thought I wouldn't of done anything, think again. I rushed my ass out to the hallway, trying to find her. I knew all the hiding spots of this gym, so there was no way of escape from me. Suddenly, I see a silhouette of a small female.
"Emily!!"
"Emily!!"
I try to search for her harder. Finally, I open the janitors office and see her, Emily, crying.
"Emily I'm sorry for all of this," I say softly.
She doesn't speak but she cries.
I massage her bruise and then attempt to caress her shoulder, but she flinches and I feel like an asshole.
We are standing really close to each other, and I back away. She's hella pretty—sure she was annoying to me before—but she had sparkly blue eyes and natural long eyelashes with a clear face. I towered her, so I had to look down, and it was the first time I ever wanted to look down because of a magnificent beauty.
"Emily, why haven't you been the same, you know annoying me and putting me in my place?" I randomly out of the blue ask.
"Because.. I he—ard f—rom people you th—ink my personality is annoy—ing and yo-u hat—ed me," she shivers.
"I'm sor—ry, that's h—ow I fli—rt.." she starts rambling.
"And I jus—t can—t b—e l—ike that any—more, because my m—other di—ed," she finishes.
"Hey, it's my fault I didn't realize what you were doing," I pause, "but I'm so sorry for your mom and being an actual douchebag."
She stares at me and I do the same too. I smile and move closer to her, she doesn't oblige and back off. I grab my thumb and erase her sparkling tears. I can feel her heart racing. I cup her cheek up to my vocal point, getting ready to kiss her.
"I'm sorry, Em," I say while cupping her chin, "I'm sorry for hurting a beautiful girl like you."
"I forgive you," she smiles.
I start to lean in, I could know it was her first kiss because she was following me. Even though it seemed like she was a first timer at this, she made me want more of her. Sparks were flying and if you told me before I would never get the chance to believe you. I started holding her by the hips, symbolizing how protective I was of her and her wellbeing. Then my hand slowly went back up to her face as my finger unintentionally made circles on her chin, and I think I made her crazy. Unfortunately, our lips stopped moving and I moved away from her a little, but I still had a grab of her in some way.
It was me who said the next word.
"Your mother is going to be so proud because she raised a smart, independent, and beautiful girl." I said, while kissing her on the cheek.