Books, Boys, and Basketball: Junior Year

MOMENT OF WEAKNESS

****WARNING, THIS CHAPTER HAS SEXUAL CONTENT, SO IF THAT MAKES YOU NERVOUS OR UNCOMFORTABLE, PLEASE SKIP****

I lost the battle with Drew about sleeping in my bedroom. He used our argument after the game to get me to agree to speak with him in private, and we spent the entire night making out after that.

He has never been in my bedroom at Grams' before, so when he walked in, the first thing he did was look around.

My bedroom here is three times the size of his, at home. The walls are a pale gray color with white wainscoting and crown molding all around. There's a tray ceiling over my four-poster, antique silver-colored queen-sized canopy bed.

It's more girly than the room I have back at my parents' house, and my bathroom is the size of my bedroom at my parents' house.

"Damn Sid, you're living large here," Drew comes out of the bathroom, sitting down on the side of my bed, and motioning for me to sit next to him.

He's in nothing but his boxers and I'm enjoying the view. I want to sit next to him, but I'm already in bed, and before I uproot myself from the comfort of my warm bed, I need to ask him a few questions.

"How long do you plan on making me your invisible girlfriend?"

Drew sighs, and his chin falls to his chest. "Please don't start sweating me about that again."

His guard is up, and he's not talking about this anymore. He's done with that conversation, but I'm not.

I meet him halfway and tear myself away from my warm blankets to sit down next to him. Then I ask him, "Once you go pro, will you tell the world about me?"

Irritated, he meets my gaze with an annoyed look on his face. "Why are you so hung up on the world knowing you're my girl? As long as I know it and you know it, who cares?"

"I care. Girls are going to be throwing themselves at you, Drew. If they know you have a girlfriend, they w-"

"They're still going to come after me, Sid. It's what they do," Drew cuts me off. "Instead of worrying about the world knowing we're together, or what girls will come after me, focus on trusting me and being here for me."

"Clearly, you don't understand what it's like to be in love with you mister hoop star," I lean my head on his shoulder tiredly. "Cameras are always in your face, and everyone and their mother seems to have an opinion on what you should do or what image you should have. Having a girlfriend is not a part of that image. They have these crazy expectations of you and none of them include me."

"They just want what's best for me," he sighs.

"And you don't have a problem with the fact that they're making you a slave to the game and your team?"

"No, I don't. I'm committed, and that's what it means to be committed, Sid. Come on, you know this."

"That's where the politics side of dating someone like you comes in," I shake my head.

"Dating someone like us," Drew corrects me.

"You're so committed to the game, that being committed to me takes a back seat."

"As it should," he looks at me like I'm crazy. "You get one shot, Sid. One. So, you either commit and go balls to the wall or you watch someone else steal your spot. And I have no plans on letting anyone take these opportunities away from me."

"If that's all you care about, then why are you even with me? When girls see you, they'll see dollar signs and you have no endless supply of girls happy to warm your bed, so why me? Why now?"