The Rising Star [Varsity Boys #1]

Chapter Fifteen

Every day of the week my time was consumed with basketball. If I wasn't playing, I was at either Zane's or Kai's, fooling around and drinking. Consuming alcohol wasn't ideal during the season but I liked the fact it diminished my problems at that moment.

Every game we had, my two best friends and I would head out to the club and celebrate. Then I would regret it in the morning because I would have a hangover during practice. Over time, I learned how to nurse my hangover.

I had practice at noon. After breakfast with Lilliana, I had to drop her off so I could head to practice. Her shoulders slumped when I told her as she cleaned up around the kitchen while I washed the dishes.

She was as disappointed as me that our time together had to be cut short. As if she was cursing basketball to be such a cockblock between us. And I was right with her. But she understood that I needed to be at the practice.

Lilliana understood that basketball had to come before her and I was more than glad about it. I didn't have the time to explain to her that basketball had to come first, above anyoneーincluding her. Once she replaced basketball with her degree, I'm sure she understood.

Throughout the drive back to campus, I kept my hand on her thigh. The only time I would let go of her was when I had to change gears. Just touching her already brought ecstasy throughout my body. My heart ground faster as if I was sprinting across the court.

Seeing her walk away from my car and into her dorm building only brought some type of feeling inside me. Like foreshadowing what I was going to see in the future. But I shook those feelings away because I didn't want to think about the inevitable outcome of our relationship.

By the time I got to practice, everyone was already there. It was difficult for me to get ready for this practice because of the cute little freshman in my apartment. Every player was already on the court, warming up before Coach Jackson made us run.

While I tied my shoes, Coach Jackson sat beside me. He was silent. And that was something he never did. So, I was nervous about whatever he was about to say to me. Zane and Kai looked over to us and shared the same expression on my face.

"What happened during yesterday's game?" He asked, his eyes fixed on the players in front of him.

"Don't worry about it. I'm back on my game now," I answered. It was the truth as long as Lilliana never wore anything so revealing. All my focus would be on winning the game rather than thinking of ways to take her clothes off of her.

"I think it was because of a certain girl on the bleachers."

Coach Jackson had a knack for getting into everyone's business. His favourite business, my fucking head. I couldn't blame him because I knew my father had something to do with it.

Adam Moretti and Smith Jackson (I know! How shitty it was for him to have two last names for a name. We teased him about it, don't worry.) went all the way back. They played for the same team up until basketball. They were so close that he went over to the house for Thanksgiving from time to time.