Blue jeans

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

The next morning, I woke up with an energetic look on my face. Today was the day, and I was ready. The shower I had fifteen minutes later felt like I was in a dream. I knew that facing these teams would not be a walk in the park but I was ready. The team and I have worked hard and we were determined to beat every single team we could. Ravens stood for effort, not for being cocky. I heard a noise downstairs that sounded like a loud bang. It was Blake he tumbled down the stairs whilst holding his laundry and our dog in the dark.

" Blake are you ok" I asked with concern
"Yes I am", Blake answered with an attempt at a smile
"I am almost ready", I continued, just need to get dressed
" You don't need to be there until 8:00 am" he said, and it's 6:45 now so you're fine: take your time.

I was heading up to my room, my cool wet hair flowing in the breeze coming from the window. I took the blow dryer and dried my hair and put my hair in a bun, with curly strands tucked behind my ears. I was wearing my Ravens sweater and some really ripped jeans. Complete with vans that I got for my birthday back in June. I carried my Ravens backpack, duffle blanket and pillow and walked down the stairs and started to toss my things down the stairs to Blake so he could catch it. He caught my duffle bag and gave a yell of pain, laughing hard. I tried to hold in my laugh but it came out and I couldn't walk further until my face stopped hurting. I finished walking and went out the door, slowly closing it behind me. I groaned. The butterflies in my stomach began to arrive and I knew then I was starting to feel the pressure.
I took a deep breath and started to walk toward Blakes truck and lightly climbed in.

" Aubrey are you ok?" Blake asked, you look a little flustered
" Yeah I am fine", I answered just a little nervous
" You'll be fine", he answered reasonably; you played most of these teams before and you are a phenomenal basketball player, which you sometimes forget
" Yeah your right" I replied, I am being silly
" No you're not", he replied, you're allowed to feel these things, I just need to put it in perspective for you that's all.
He picked up my bag and groaned, almost as if It was a weight. Being the twit that he is, he dropped my backpack on my foot hard.
He was laughing and yet I was crying in pain, I held my foot up and tried to pull it out.
" I have to play basketball you know," I retorted not impressed
"Oh you wuss, he replied, laughing your fine.
We continued to laugh, as we rode along to the charter bus. It was surprisingly dark for a September morning but then we were used to it, being residents of a northern town. I pointed to the bus and hopped out. I gave Blake a big hug and held on to him tightly for a while. He finally let me go, and handed me my medicine, and told me to put it in my backpack. I went along to the bus. I carried all my stuff and looked back to wave Blake goodbye. Gulping a big breath I stepped in carrying my backpack, blanket and pillow: my duffle having gone to the bottom of the bus, there was no more running back to my mom because I was nervous. This was a chance for me to be independent and to find my ground.
Once all of us were in the bus we were laughing, playing card games and, eating, just generally enjoying each other's company. After a period of time we all looked astonished. Here was Emma of all people in the world standing at the threshold, unexpected. Nevertheless we were all elated and many girls asked her to sit with them. She passed through all of them without even a glance and went along to the middle where I was: my feet perched on the seat. I looked up from my book and gave a short laugh, but with a smile on my face that I didn't even comprehend.

Emma comes over to my seat, a childish glee on her unique and gorgeous face. I estimated that she wanted to sit with me. But I was trying to figure something else out, I was still trying to solve the mystery of why Emma was there, as she rarely came with us on away tournaments and only hung out with us during home games. She looked at me willingly as if the events of this week never happened.
" Can I sit with you", she asked, in her unique voice
" Sure why not" I said, smiling