Love The Game: Overtime

Chapter 16

Today sucks. This morning before I left Sara and got into a fight because I mentioned Callie and Sara started acting different and we started fighting about something stupid, I don't know. Then in history Mr. Hard-ass Kane yelled at me in front of the whole class because my phone went off. I forgot I even had it on. Then Callie decided that she wanted to be a bitch about it and mess with me all day. Then in my fucking humanities class my laptop died because I fell asleep last night without plugging it in. Basketball was a pain in the ass. Usually it makes me feel better but today it fucking sucked. Callie was annoying the hell out of me, just because she was near me. I ended up snapping at her and she got upset with me and by the end of practice she wouldn't even look at me. Everyone wants to just piss me off today because when I was trying to leave Michelle came up to me and asked what the hell was up my ass and why I got mad at Callie.

This morning was fine until I fucking mentioned Callie's name and Sara went off. She gave me that look that said I'm in trouble but she wasn't going to tell me why or how. She was going to be passive aggressive, and I didn't want to deal with that. I called her out on it and asked what the hell that was all about. She said it was fine, that it was nothing. I tried to forget it but she was still being passive aggressive so I started getting upset.

"Sara why are you mad?"

"I'm not mad."

"Well you're something."

"I don't like her Ave. I don't trust her."

"You don't trust her or you don't trust me?"

"Avery that's not fair?" Full name.

"How is that not fair? You either trust me or you don't."

"I trust you. But I don't trust other girls around you. Remember prom? And the beach? And Kris?!" The last one pissed me off.

"Sara that wasn't my fault. After prom I was drunk and she came onto me. And the girl at the beach wasn't even hitting on me she was just asking about school. As for Kris...I never cheated on you with her. I never even thought about it. When that happened, I didn't know what you and I even were, and it killed me. You know that." By then I was yelling. Sara got this look on her face that made my head hurt from guilt.

"Okay Avery. Forget I said anything." After that I stormed out of the apartment and went to class. Then everything just went downhill from there

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When I got out of practice I got in my car and drove to the basketball court that Sara took me to that one time. I didn't get down. I didn't play. I don't want too. My shot is off and coach Bennet has us running extra since we just got back from the holidays. I turned the music up as loud as it would go and just screamed. Everything from today has just been piling up. I felt like I was imploding. Like all the shit that happened today just kept replaying in my mind. That stupid fight with Sara was playing over and over again on a loop in my head. I don't want to go home. I can't talk to Callie because she's mad at me; not that I'd actually tell her what's going on. I sat in my car for a good while before I decided to just go home.

I got back to the apartment at around 8:30ish. Practice ended at 7 something. I haven't checked my phone since before practice, which started at 4; it's probably still in my basketball bag. I drove back to the apartment and went up. When I walked in there was no one home. Sara wasn't here. What the hell? I threw my bags in my room and walked in. I laid on my bed and started to wallow in self-pity. I know I did this to myself but it doesn't stop it from hurting any less. I just want Sara here. I rolled off the bed, practically falling on the floor, and grabbed my phone out of my bag. I had text and snaps from Callie, Michelle, and Dillon. I didn't look at them though. I looked at the one text that I had from Sara that just said 'I'm going to Presley's.' I pulled up her number and called her. It took her a couple rings to answer. I know she was probably staring at the phone debating on whether or not she should answer it. After what felt like an eternity she answered.