Authors note: I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING THIS SOONER WTF. I'VE BEEN GROUNDED :( MORE REGULAR UPDATES COMING SOON.
A few days go by and I feel remarkably better. No splitting headache, no more cough, no runny nose. Just a little bit weak.
"Zach" Says Abigail
"Yeah?" I ask. We're sitting in front of her movie-theater style TV playing video games.
She's kicking my ass.
"Wanna go play some basketball?" She ask. Now I know normal boys like playing video games. They tend to be good at them. But at Blackthorne we didn't have TV, and I was constantly moving around as a kid, so no video games there either. Basketball, however, I was quite good at.
"1 on 1?" I ask, and she nods. "Sure" I say. "get ready because you're goingdown!"
"Oh yeah?" She says, cocking an eyebrow "I wouldn't count on it, lover boy."
Ten minutes later we're out the door. Abigails wearing basketball shorts and a baggy t-shirt, and her fluffy brown hair is in a ponytail. We bring along two men as her security detail, them walking ten feet ahead and behind us. We get to the park around dusk, the muted New York sky sending golden light through the skyline. It was beautiful, and I wished Cammie was there to see it with me.
I dribbled the ball back and forth between my legs, taunting Abigail. "Come on shortie." I smirk at her "Is that all you got?"
"Well if you would actually play, I'd wipe the floor with you, but you're all bark and no bite." she retorts and I laugh. I make my way across the court, but Abigail is fast and takes the ball out from under me. I run after her, forcing myself between her and the net.
"Zach look!" She yells and I turn around.
Rookie mistake.
She uses me as a spring board, launching herself into the air and dunking the ball into the net.
"Aw Come on!" I say, but I'm laughing.
"Hah!" she says. She's still hanging onto the net, her short legs dangling down.
"What are you doing?" I ask her.
"I..." She stammers. "I- I'm just enjoying the view."
I look at her, raising my eyebrows. "You're stuck, aren't you?"
"Well... yes. Yes. That would be the technical term for it." she says
"Just let go!" I say laughing. It was less that three feet down.
"I can't!" She says
"Why not?"
"Because..." she says, turning red "I'm scared."
I laugh even harder. "C'mon, I've got you." I say, grabbing her by her waist and lifting her down. Now we're both laughing, doubling over, clutching our stomachs. Across from me a lady has her sunglasses perched on the bench next to her. They're the kind that are so reflective that they're practically mirrors, and in the reflection I see something that makes my blood stop cold.
There's a guy in a red tracksuit looking straight at us.
A guy that I'd seen an hour before outside Abigails apartment in a suit and tie. I face Abigail, an excuse to turn around and notice that both the body guards are gone.