Love The Game: Overtime

Chapter 10

Sitting in my economics class is terrible. I don't understand anything that's going on and there are like fifty other people in here that are just as confused as I am. So, asking for help is definitely not a possibility. I'm following along with the power point that Mrs. Thomas is going over. It's not even that she's going through it that fast it's just that I have no idea what the hell she's talking about. 10 minutes until class is over. I've just got to survive 10 minutes until I can get the hell out of here and go to practice. Since its Thursday, Sara has class until 4, which is a little later than I get out. 4 minutes. I'm still writing notes, trying to keep up when I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. Mrs. Thomas is already winding down so I decide to go ahead and check it. I set my pencil down on the desk and pull my phone out. As soon as I see who it's from I set it back down on the desk with an angry thud. A couple people actually turn around and look at me. Because of the settings I have on my phone I don't actually know what the text said, but who it was from pissed me off. 12:20, class is over. I throw all my shit in my bag and walk out of the class. Why the fuck is she texting me.

Practice is going like shit. That one stupid text, that I haven't even read yet pissed me off so much that I can't get out of my head and so my shooting is shit and I'm going too slow. I know Bennet's noticed because she keeps yelling at me. Callie keeps giving me sympathetic looks but I don't want them. I don't want her sympathy or anyone else's. I keep running, keep moving, keep going faster and faster. By the time practice was over I was exhausted. I was pushing myself that much harder because if I didn't I'd keep fucking up and I can't afford to fuck up. One text. One fucking text, that I haven't even read. I went to the locker room and started to get my things. At this point I wasn't even angry anymore. I'm too exhausted to be angry, I'm just upset and confused. Why now?

Callie came up next to me and sat on the bench as I was still putting my jacket on. It's cold outside. I hate the cold. I hate it. Callie sat on the bench with her legs crossed and she was just looking at me.

"What?" I didn't say it meanly but I still gave some attitude.

"What's with you today?"

"Nothing."

"You know one of these days you're going to give me an answer when I ask what's wrong."

"Well I guess todays not that day." I smirked.

"Maybe not, but it's gonna happen."

"Oh yeah what makes you so sure?"

"Because we're friends." She had this really sincere tone in her voice that made me want to cave and just tell her about the text, but I know literally nothing about her. All I know is that she's a grade older than me and that she plays basketball.

"Tell you what, when I know more about you, maybe you'll know more about me." I walked off and walked to my car. I didn't feel any better after talking with Callie.

On the drive home I didn't have the music on. I kept it off because the thoughts in my head were going too fast and the music was just making it worse. When I got home Sara still wasn't here, she must still be at school. She has photography on Thursdays so one of her friends usually brings her home. I threw my stuff down by the door and laid down on the couch. I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at the ceiling. I'm so pissed. We've been through so much and then nothing. It's her fault. Not mine. I kept thinking about everything that happened. Everything she put me through. As the thoughts kept going through my head I kept getting angrier. About 20 minutes into my sulking I heard the door knob. A second later I heard Sara tripping over my bag.

"Avery why the hell is your bag lying in the hallway." She asked as she came over and stood in front of me. I was still staring at the ceiling while I shrugged my shoulders.

"Ave what's wrong?" Sara's voice was heavy with concern. I pulled my phone out of the band of my shorts and gave the phone to Sara. She gave me a confused look.

"Notifications." I watched as Sara slid her finger across the screen.

"What the fuck is she doing texting you. I swear to God I'll drive the 6 hours over there just to kick her ass." Sara sat down on the coffee table and ran her fingers through my hair.

"I hate her."

"Talk to me babe."

"I don't understand why the hell she thinks she can just text me out of nowhere. After everything we went through she totally cut me off. She wouldn't even talk to me. I saw her all the time and she'd barely look at me. I don't understand. And then she has the nerve... After all these months, why now?"

"Did you open the text?" Sara asked. Because of my settings I still don't know what it says, and Sara didn't actually opened it.

"No." I sat up and grabbed my phone from Sara's hand. I opened it and went to messages. I only had one text from Kris. It said 'Can we talk?'.

"What does she even want to talk about?" I asked showing Sara the text. She shrugged her shoulders. I stared up at the ceiling again. Sara laid down on the couch next to me and wrapped her arms around me. She reached up and kissed me on the cheek. I just kept thinking about all the memories of last year. Kris was my best friend and then one day in the summer things changed. She never wanted to hang out. Every time I text her to see what was up she would just say she was busy. She just fazed me out. She even started to be friends with Mack again. Every now and then she would tell me about something she and Mack did or what not. There's a lot that happened between us, stuff that a lot of you don't even know, things that I'm not proud of.

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Sara and I laid on the couch until I fell asleep. I was actually pouting until I fell asleep. When I woke up it was because I felt pressure on my waist. I opened my eyes and saw my beautiful girlfriend sitting on my lap. Now this is a fun way to be woken up. Sara had this look in her eyes that made my heart skip a beat. I sat up from the couch and met her lips. I was running my hands over her body when she pulled back and said

"Hurry up and take your clothes off." I smiled and Sara got off of me. She took off my shirt and pulled me by the lining on my shorts against her. I pulled off her shirt and threw it somewhere. I then pushed Sara up against the wall. She then proceeded to pull off her pants and throw them on the floor. Sara then pushed me up against the door to her room. I fumbled trying to get the door knob open. Sara got down and pulled my shorts off, then she pulled off her own underwear and her bra. She was completely naked as she pushed me on the bed and reached under the bed. She came back up with the stupid black box, it still makes me feel awkward every time I put it on but I'll do whatever Sara wants. I put the stupid straps on my legs and walked towards Sara. I was about to get on top of Sara when she pushed me down on the bed so I was laying on my back. Sara got on top of me and got onto the thing. I watched as it slowly went into her. She started to slide up and down, her moans were so loud. As she moved back and forth on my I ran my hands up and down her legs. After I felt Sara starting to get close I flipped her over on her back. Sara pulled me into her and maneuvered her hand so that she slid the thing back into her. I started to move my hips back and forth.

"Avery.... Harder....Averyyyyy." Sara's fingers were scratching on my back and I loved it. I did as I was told and pumped harder and faster. Sara was almost screaming now. When she came she screamed out my name so loud that I know for a fact that whoever was in the apartments near us heard. I pulled the fake member out of her and took the straps off. I took my bra off and threw it on the floor. Sara smiled at me and sat up. She attacked me and flipped me on my back. She smiled at me and started working her way down my body. Today may have sucked, but Sara always makes things better.