Lucas and Hunt

Chapter Seven

After school I have basketball practice. When  we finish I'm sweating through my shirt.  I change and my teammate Jake meets up with me.

" Hey,  Lucas!" Jake says.

"Hi Jake" I say.

"So you know how coach says we need to work on our  technique, right? So maybe  could come over and we could work on it"

" Why me?" I ask

"Well,   I figured that you're the best on the team since coach made you captain and all. And  you're so good and I suck, so maybe you could help me?" He begged.

I've seen that boy dribble, he's good. When Jake has the ball no one can stop him. I didn't understand what he wanted my help on .

But he could use some work on his technique and he was begging,  so I agreed.

"Fine" he grins and hands me a folded up sheet of paper

"Cool. I'll see you after school,  I'll text you the address " he walks out and I shake  my head .

I put the number in my phone and throw the sheet away .

I walk out of the gym towards my locker to get my stuff when my  phone vibrates in my pocket.

I eagerly pull it out hoping it's a text from Hunt, but it's not it's Jake.

Jake: hey Lucas, it's Jake!

Jake: My addresses is 111 Woodlock road

Annoyed,  I put my phone back in my pocket.

*Timeskip to after school*

I walk until I find the address Jake gave me .

I walk up the sidewalk and knock on the door.

I only knock once before Jake answers .

He leads me into the backyard and we're so close that I can smell Jake's cologne.

I gag.

He way over did it.

We get through two  rounds  of HORSE and are about to play another.

I dribble the ball trying to shoot when Jake doesn't even attempt to stop me.

I shoot and turn back to him to see that his face is red and he's sweating , but it's not because he's playing too hard, actually he's barely played at all.

This Jake I see in front of me is the complete opposite of who I see in our basketball games .

Heck , Jake's nickname is Jake " Monster" Michael because he's a monster on the court.

But that Jake would never let me get past him and score and that Jake would never be the sweaty, blushing guy in front of me.

"Jake, what's wrong with you? You never let anyone score like you just let me! "

"I-I" he starts

"I mean, it's like you're a completely different person right now and when you're in games!"

"You are all business  in basketball, you get the ball you pass to me, you steal the ball you pass to me , you're passed the ball and you throw to ...me" I stop mid sentence.

That's when  it hits me like lightning.

In games and practice,  I'm the only one Jake ever passes to , the only one he ever throws to , there could be a guy 2 inches from the basket waving his arms like a crazy person trying to get Jake to pass and I'm halfway across the gym and Jake will STILL pass to me .

I look up at Jake and he's avoiding my eyes,  but eventually looks up .

He steps closer and closer until we're two inches apart and I smell his cologne again.

I start to step back uncomfortably, but Jake stops me.

"I really, really, really  like you Lucas" he blurts out.

"I- I thought I was just coming over to play basketba-" Jake cuts me off by smashing our lips together.

(A/n: Bish, you trying to ruin my ship?? I will channel my inner Terra Grant and I will hurt you *cracks knuckles*)

I immediately pull back and I look at him with wide eyes as if saying: what the heck was that?!

Jake leans in as if to do it again but knowing better this time, I step back and walk fast to grab my bag and leave .

I grab my bag and run out the door .

"Lucas, where are you going?! Lucas? Lucas! Lucas?!" Jake keeps calling my name but I keep running down the street.

I keep running until I'm at my house safely in my room .