The Best Possible Light
The next day when Haley went to work, and as she had figured, Nathan was no where to be seen.
Later that night though, as her shift was nearing to and end and the sun was starting to retreat, Haley noticed a young boy about ten years old run past the old building in in gray hoodie dribbling and worn brown leather basket ball. Of course! She knew what she had to do.
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Haley got to the game late that Friday night. It had taken out forever to find something to ware that she knew he would like.
After that Wednesday at the café Haley had checked the game schedule for BU. Haley had a plan that she knew had to be flawless in order for it to work accordingly.
Nathan was playing only up to par, definitely not as skillfully that she had seen last month. As Haley had noticed, Nathan was trying to steer clear of getting the ball into his hands. Half time was coming up and Nathan had only made a total of five baskets! This was ridiculous.
Finally the buzzer sounded signaling the end of the second quarter. Almost everyone in the vast gymnasium left to go to the bathroom and get snacks and such. With only a few lingering people and the three coaches talking amongst themselves Haley decided to make her move. She stealthily made her way into the small corridor containing the doors for both locker rooms.
After she strode into the one on the left, Haley immediately knew that she needed to watch where she looked. Before long though a ridiculously tall African American boy came over to her and asked her if she was looking for someone, however his tone was laced with a mixture of suspicion and sarcasim.
"Yea, where can I find Nathan?"
"Third set on your right. But he's been really off the last few days at practice. Not only does he suck, but acting like a real douche too. So just watch." Haley mumbled a thanks and made her way to Nathan.
Peeking around the corner, she immediately spotted him in the long row of read lockers. Most likely because no one else was in there with him.
"Nate?" Trying to catch his attention as she slowly took a mere few steps towards him.
"Haley?" He paused, she didn't know what he was thinking and that bothered her the most. "Haley, what are you doing here?" His voice was stern and demanding. This gym was Nathan's place of worship, and the stupid girl who broker his heart shouldn't be given admission.
"I um, I just wanted to come to tell you that I was sorry. Nathan, I'm sorry for everything, lying to you and- just being a world class bitch. I'm sorry and I don't know what to do to make it up. What can I do for you to forgive me?" Haley took two steps forward and Nathan took one step back. She was so scared she was practically shaking.
"I think you've done enough Haley. You made what you wanted pretty damn clear." He turned his back to her, however while Nathan saw this maneuver as the end to the dreadful conversation, Haley thought of it as an open door. She immediately ran over to him, drooping one arm over his right shoulder and sliding her other arm in between his left arm and his side. Her soft lips danced over the skin of his naked back. Her salty tears dripping on to his arm
"I'm sorry. Baby I'm so sorry. I, I didn't mean any of it. It was all a lie, God I swear it was a lie." Her words were soft but pleading.
"I know." His simple words were music. Nathan wrapped his muscular arms around Haley as she snaked her own around his neck. He smoothed his palms over her back as she massaged his neck with her slender fingers, shill placing light kisses on his chest. This was love. And she knew it. "Haley, do you trust me?" Nathan asked in all seriousness when he removed his chin from atop her head.
"Yes." Her voice did not waver and it was not soft and it held no uncertainty.
"Meet me out by my car after the game, I won't be long. It's in the same spot as last time." Nathan told the blonde girl as he joined in the procession of shuffling men with large feet.