You walked into the NBL film crew. A basketball match was soon to be live in a few minutes and you finally had the opportunity to look behind the scenes. There were many people inside the studio. Big cameras and T.V screens were everywhere and people were talking, screaming and shouting. It was busy.

"Ah Chloe!" The main film director shouted your name. You walked towards him. "Thanks for helping out, we just need someone to push a few buttons and all."

You nodded, "Anything to help!"

"Great, love that attitude!" He gestured you to sit at the center table, where buttons were displayed from 1-30. A big T.V with multiple screens that formed different angles and shots were in front of you. "Basically, all you need to do is press those buttons, but ONLY when I call them. This is an important job because one wrong click can cause many viewers watching this get disappointed."

You nodded, man that was some heavy pressure.

"Just listen carefully and click on the buttons. That's all you need to do, Chloe." He patted your shoulder.

"Sure, I think I can do it." You said.

"Great, we're all counting on you." The director said then turned to everyone and shushed them, "The game will be up live in 2 minutes! Have the countdown timer on and all crew members get ready for a crazy show!"

Everyone obeyed and sat down according to their positions. It was awfully quiet. The director was the only one standing, looking at the screen and asked the camera crew men to test different shots.

"Test shot number 3."

You clicked the button.

"Test shot number 29."

You pressed 29.

"Alright everyone, we're all set and ready. In 5, 4, 3, 2, set 14"

You pressed 14.


The game started. For 60 whole minutes, You just pressed buttons and buttons. It seemed pretty easy at first but it wasn't. This was hard. Film was hard. You always wanted to be part of the film industry but you knew it was challenging. When you finished your job, you got paid a tiny salary then left the studio. It was a great game to watch but it was still pretty tiring to do all the work.

You left the NBL New York studio and headed down to your office. You needed to write a new review on a game and new interview outlines and questions. You were busy this week since many games were everywhere.

You spotted your secretary and walked towards her. "Chantel!" You yelled.

She looked over her shoulder and saw you, "Hello Chloe, how ca-"

"Tell me everything you told him."

"What do y-"

"You know exactly what I mean. Tell me everything you told Aomine Daiki. About me."

Chantel took a step back. You were furious and she could tell. She gotten a little scared, "Well uh..."

"Come on, just tell me quickly."

"Well, I told him where you work and the addresses." She started, "Then I told him your apartment address and phone number."

"WHAT."

"That's everything though, he just wanted to know where you usually go."

"Oh my god..." What a stalker! "Chantel.. I can't believe you told him my phone number!"

"What?" She said, "He's a handsome man, it was hard to resist."

You rolled your eyes then heard your phone ring. Oh my god. You knew who it was. You cleared your throat and stared at Chantel, "Oh, well I wonder who it is..." You said sarcastically.

You grabbed your phone on your desk then told Chantel you needed a minute outside. You stared at the number. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. You found a terrace outside the building then answered the phone, "Hello."

"Hey babe..." You knew it. You knew it was him.

You were furious. He knew everything about you, he knew where to find you and his big ego was going to make you fall off a bridge. You paused for a while and stared at a random bench. You wanted to kick it so badly. You breathed heavy puffs of fresh air while your anger boiled up inside of you.

"Hello? Babe, you there?"

"STOP CALLING ME THAT." You practically screamed that. You saw a few heads turn your way but you couldn't care less.

You heard groans and moans on the other line, "Shit, don't scream like that. Geez, you wanna rip my ear drums apart?"

"That's exactly what I want to do." You pulled your brown silky hair behind your ear so it wouldn't get in the way with the wind.

"Charming." Aomine said, "Surprised that I got your number?"

"I have a tendency to block it."

"Ah babe, you know you don't want to do that."

"Stop CALLING me that."

"Heh, I love how you get angry with me. It turns me on."

"Ew! That's gross."

"Stop being so immature."

"Excuse me?"

"Damn, your voice is so sexy..."

"Okay. I'm going to hang up now." You threatened.

"No!" You heard a chair fall, "Don't do that."

"Why not?"

"Because I want to tell you something really important."

"Like I give a crap."

"No seriously," Aomine said, "I kind of want to apologize about yesterday."

You took a step back. Woah, was he actually apologizing? For a man with a huge ego, this was something. You cleared your throat, "About what."

"You know what." He said low.

"What?" You said innocently, "I don't know, do explain."

He groaned, "Look, I'm already apologizing is that good enough?"

"Uh, no it's not."

"Fine. Then I won't apologize."

"Who's the immature one now?" You smirked.

"Oh please, you're like what, 2 years younger than me?"

"What does age have to do with maturity."

"Everything." He tried.

You laughed, "I'm actually going to hang up."

"No wai-"

"And apology denied."

Then you cut the line.


You walked back to your desk to finish your job. You shrugged that conversation off. You thought that Aomine was just playing with you. You didn't want someone like that nor you didn't have the time to find someone. You just wanted to work because that was what you enjoyed the most.

You turned your computer on and started to write an interview summary for your boss. As you typed away, your secretary came back with a glass of green tea for you. You said thanks and took a sip. Your secretary walked away and you were glad she didn't ask about the conversation you had a few minutes ago.

Even if she didn't you were thinking about it in your thoughts. You liked how he called you babe, with that husky and soothing voice of his. It was quite comforting but of course, you wouldn't admit it yourself. You thought that when he said that you were immature, he was right and yet you didn't say anything. You kind of liked the surprise when he tried to apologize to you. You regretted hanging up on him because you were too nervous to carry on.

What he said yesterday, it was true. He did drive you crazy. Crazy in every sort of way. You got embarrassed when you confessed how you found his talent and looks quite appealing, you didn't want to say anything like that ever again.

When was the last time you ever felt this way? This feeling of butterflies in your stomach, light headed nervousness that coursed through your veins, the shaky limbs that wouldn't keep you still and that nervous smile you tried to hide. When was the last time you ever felt this way?

You were 16 when you had your first boyfriend, then 8 months later you broke up. It was the worst feeling you ever had, your grades dropped and you felt depressed. That was why, when you went to university, you wanted nothing to do with boys because you would fall head over heels for them and it was hard to get back up.

Aomine was penetrating through all of your rules. You didn't want him to win. He couldn't win.


That night, you had another interview with another basketball player. It went smoothly and he was fun to talk to but not as interesting as Aomine's interview. Everything seemed to fade after experiencing Aomine's interview. You wanted some arguments, some sparks.

You went home tired and kind of disappointed. You didn't know what to feel. That stupid bastard was driving you nuts.

You walked in your bedroom, with pajamas, ready to crash. You sighed as you fell on your queen sized bed. You checked your phone for some notifications then tucked yourself under the covers.

You dreamed that night.


Reviews are appreciated :D The ending kinda sucked QAQ