Love The Game: Overtime

Chapter 2

The bell rang after what seemed like an eternity. Mr. Kane talks way too fast and half of my notes are illegible. I looked down at my notes and rolled my eyes because later on I'm going to have to decipher my own notes. Wonderful. I put all my books and whatnot in my bag and started to walk out of the class. I was almost out the door when I heard

"Ms. Atkinson would you come here for a moment." So close. What's her name gave me a sympathetic look then walked out the door. Great. Your teachers not supposed to know your name after the second week. Your professor shouldn't know your name at all.

"Yes Mr. Kane?" Mr. Kane is an older gentleman. And that is the only word appropriate for describing him. He's got silver gray hair that isn't thinning at all and glasses with a thick black outline. To all two of our classes this semester he's worn a full suit with a vest and a tie. Very professor type. I felt like he was looking right through me, and at any moment he was going to decide to just fail me.

"How many classes have we had so far in the semester?"

"Um two."

"And how many of those have you been late to."

"Two." I mumbled as I started fidgeting with my #4 necklace. He still hadn't broken eye contact. I felt like bursting into flames right about now.

"Don't make this a regular occurrence." He finally looked down at his papers.

"Yes sir."

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"God he is such a dick! Sara I was two fucking minutes late!"

"That's so fucking stupid!" Sara screamed through the phone. She was connected to my car and the volume was up as loud as it would go because I was blasting the music before I called her.

"He hates me and now he's going to hate me for the rest of the year." I rolled my eyes as I talked to the roof of my car.

"He's not going to hate you."

"How do you know that?"

"Because you're too cute to hate." I could see her sitting on the kitchen counter swinging her feet back and forth. She doesn't have class on Fridays so she's been staying home and waiting for me to get back. It was nice to know that she would be waiting for me when I get home.

"Shut up." I blushed. Sara always made me feel better.

"You first." She shot back.

"I love you so much." I couldn't help but laugh.

"I know. I love you too."

"I better get to practice. I'll text you when I'm out."

"Okay I'll see you when you get home." It was weird to hear her say the word home. For the longest time I never wanted to go home. After my dad died and my mom just sort of gave up I hated being home. But then I found Kris and it was like she had become my new home, but when shit hit the fan with that Sara was there for me. Sara held my hand when I was breaking down, she let me talk when I felt like no one else would. Hell, she stuck by me and watched me get my heart broken by another girl. After everything I've put her through I want to make sure that she always knows just how much I love her. Every second of every day I want her to know. I don't want there to ever be room for doubt. I want to be her home.

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"Faster Atkinson!" Coach Bennet yelled. My name is Avery or Ave if we're friends but everyone here seems to want to call me Atkinson. What the hell is that about?

I dribbled the ball down the court as fast I could go. We were doing cones, similar to what Braddock used to make us do, except these were timed. You only had so long to get all the way down the court and all the way back and if you didn't do the right ball handling move at every cone Bennet made you go back and start again. I dribbled to the cone, bounced the ball between my legs and hauled it to the next cone. We did this for 5 different ball handling skills. All timed and all a pain in the ass. I used to be the fastest one on the court, no doubt about it. But now, now I'm just one of the fastest. There are two other girls who move up and down the court as fast as I do. I'm not going to lie, I hate it. I have to go faster, I have to handle better, I have to jump higher and be better than everyone else. I have something to prove.

"So, did Kane chew you out?" I turned around to see what's her name behind me. Practice had just ended and I was in the locker room changing into my regular clothes.

"More of a condescending slap on the wrist." What's her name laughed then made a sort of apologetic face.

"I'm sorry what's your name? I want to call you Abby but I know that's not right." Thank God it wasn't me who had to ask.

"Its Avery." I gave her back the same look, "What's your name?"

"I'm Callie."

"Well it's nice to meet you." I gave her a smile and went back to putting my things in my bag. I looked at my watch. It's already 4:45.

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When I got back to the apartment I threw my stuff in my room then laid down on the couch. I closed my eyes and blew out a tired breath. I opened my eyes to see Sara's hair dangling around my face.

"Hi gorgeous." I smiled.

"Hi sexy." Sara leaned down over me and gave me an upside-down kiss. Basically, a Spiderman kiss but horizontally. Sara left my lips to walk around and collapse herself on me. Knocked the air out of me for a bit. She laid down on my side and rested her head sort of on my shoulder and chest.

"How was practice?"

"It was okay. I'm not the fastest. I don't like it."

"I know you think you have to be the fastest to be the best but you're still just as good as all of those other girls." Sara always sees right through me. She always knows what's actually bothering me.

"I know, but it's easier to stand out when you're a mile ahead of everyone."

"You're going to be just fine. Get out of your head."

"Easier said than done."

"I can help with that." Sara looked up at me and gave me a devilish little smirk. She sat up and slowly swung her leg over my lap. I ran my hands up her thighs and to her butt. I love her butt. She slowly took off her shirt, driving me absolutely wild. Sara is a great distraction.