Love The Game: Overtime

Chapter 37

"It's Kris..." Sara's eyes darkened to a shade I'd never seen before. I handed her the still ringing phone and walked away. I walked out the gym doors and to my car. Why is she calling? She has no right. She cut me out. She's the one who left me high and dry. After everything we'd been through, everything I'd put her through, everything she put me through, she just forgets about me. She's not my responsibility anymore. I got in my car and sat there staring at the steering wheel. I hadn't turned the car on. Sara got in a second later with my phone in her hand. I didn't look at her but I could feel her looking at me.

"Ave..."

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"But..."

"It's fine babe." Sara read the tone in my voice sat back in the seat. I turned the car on and started driving. I know Sara didn't answer the phone because if she had I'd still be waiting in the car and she would be making a scene in the gym yelling at a phone. As I was driving home I decided to go to the park instead. All the cells in my body were shaking. I felt like if I didn't start running or moving or something I was going to implode. I took the exit and drove up to the park. After I put the car in park I opened the trunk and grabbed my basketball. Sara stayed in the car. I walked onto the court and started dribbling.

The thoughts in my head were spiraling out of control. All these memories kept coming back to me. All the good times. All the bad. The fight. All the fights. How stupid I was. How angry she made me. How much I used to love her. I kept replaying moments and memories over and over again in my head. Before I knew it, I had already done about a hundred layups. I was exhausted and my ankle hurt but I kept running. Kept moving. Tried to stop thinking, but the thoughts kept coming.

She doesn't need me

She only calls when she wants something

She put me through hell

She left me

She doesn't care about me

Is she okay? Did something happen?

Stupid, Stupid, Stupid

God Dammit

I threw the ball at the back board and it hit with a loud thud. I sat down on the court and put my hands in my head. I was so angry. When she cut me out I felt like I'd lost someone I couldn't live without. Yeah when I thought I lost Sara that was the worst thing I'd ever been through, but losing Kris was like losing my sister. She was my best friend and yet it was so easy for her to just let me go. So easy for her to forget about me. And now she's calling? After all this time she wants to make up?

I heard the car door open and close. Next thing I heard was Sara walking towards me. She sat down and wrapped her arms around me. I felt like I was burning. Like I was on fire. Like at any moment I was going to just burst into flames. Sara held onto me. I felt a tear run down my face. I don't know if it's because I'm so angry or if because I'm upset. All I know is that it made me even angrier.

"Avery it's okay."

"No, it's not. I hate that she does this to me. I hate that I still care. I hate that even right now I want to know if she's okay."

"Avery, she meant a lot to you. It's okay to feel this way."

"I don't want to feel this way. I don't want to care about her."

"Sometimes we don't get to choose who we still care about." I rolled my eyes and put my head back in my hands. Sara left me and went and grabbed the ball.