You woke up from the sounds of the bustling New York City streets. You groaned and look at the time. It was 7:56 a.m. What. It was so early. You rolled over and tried to sleep more. A few minutes later, you heard a voice outside of your bedroom and then footsteps. You immediately sat up. Who... who was that? Did you lock the door?!

You quickly walked out of your bedroom with a baseball bat. You couldn't careless that you were still in your Victoria Secret pajamas. You glanced at the area you heard the sound. It was the kitchen. You quickly ran for your laugh and saw a person there in the fridge. You screamed them was about to strike when you recognized the person.

The person screamed as well.

"Yo Chloe! What the hell? It's Sandra! Geez, calm your tits!" Sandra screamed.

You stared at Sandra. Sandra was your friend. A little wacky but still one of your best friends. She was a dentist in New York City. She cleaned your teeth every 6 months. You then dropped the bat on the floor. You stared at Sandra's hazel brown eyes. "What the hell Sandra?! How did you get into my apartment?"

"By using your spare key? What else" Sandra grabbed a cup of yogurt. You took it from her hands, "Hey!" She called. You always got annoyed at her when she came to visit. The first thing should she would do is a trip to your fridge to grab anything to it. She loved your food, you didn't understand the difference between yours and everybody else's food.

"No!" You said.

"Oh, come on! I wanted that and I'm hungry!" Sandra pouted.

You rolled your eyes, "Why did you have to come with out asking and it's so early!"

"I did ask! Remember? That night at the club?"

"Oh my god, obviously I won't remember!"

"Hahaha, 'cause you always get drunk then black out!" She poked your cheek.

"Hey!" You put the yogurt away, "It's not my fault I was born this way!"

Sandra started to hum "Born This Way" by Lady Gaga. You rolled your eyes then sat on the couch. Sandra followed suit. "So how's liiife?" Sandra asked.

"Hm?" You said, "Oh, fine. Same old, same old."

"Oh yeah, that reminds me. You got a dentist appointment with me next week." Sandra looked through her phone. "Yup, next Monday."

"Alright, alright."

You two both watched a basketball game from last night. Sandra was a big basketball fan and supported the New York Panthers incredibly. She even has a whole stash of NY Panther merchandise in her closet.

"Oh! So the panther's are having a game in two days and guess what?" Sandra said excitedly, around the third quarter of the game.

"What?"

"I got tickets!" She screamed and pulled out 4 tickets, "For all four of us! This is going to be super exciting!"

"That's awesome Sandra, thanks." You seemed a little disinterested.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? You would be super hyped about this!" Sandra poked your arm, "Are you on your period?"

"That's very funny." You deadpanned.

"No, seriously, what's wrong?"

"Uhm..." You couldn't just tell Sandra about Aomine! You weren't ready! You didn't tell anyone! Well, Chantel doesn't count because Aomine went up to her not you. You didn't even know how you felt about that guy, that stupid idiot made you feel funny. "I just kind of have a tooth ache right now." You fake winced a little and Sandra face fell.

"What? Seriously? Let me see..."

You opened your mouth. Sandra stared at it for a second then sighed, "Hm... that's strange, everything seems to be alright. Is it your gum? Do you need ice?"

You nodded slowly, "I think so..."

Sandra went to the fridge and found an ice pack. She threw it at you and you placed it on your left cheek. It didn't hurt at all. Sandra came back and you two watched the game as normal.


The next few days seemed a little relaxing. You had a day off, that was when you became anti-social and listened to music or watched a few old movies. It was your old habit. You loved to stay home all the time, you just wanted to have some peace and quiet instead of the busy streets of New York City. It was finally the day to head to the NBL stadium where you were going to watch New York and San Francisco. You were never, yes, but not because of who will win but who was IN the team.

Aomine had kept his presence in your mind for 2 whole days. You couldn't get your mind off of him. You kept on ignoring what he said, you kept on thinking that you shouldn't think of him and that you shouldn't think of anything related to the word call "Romance".

You wore a black sweater which had some graphics on it and a pair of denim skinny jeans. You grabbed your favorite Toms flats and walked out of your apartment. You made sure you locked the door.

You were going to meet Sandra, Maddie and Claire at the stadium. Sandra was holding the tickets so of course you needed to find her. The stadium was not far from your place so you could just walk for a few minutes.

As you got to the stadium, many fans were wearing panther colors and San Fran flyers. You felt kind of awkward only wearing what you had on but you didn't think that was your worst issue. What if... what if Aomine saw you? For Christ sake, Sandra just had to get the front row. Front rows were for celebrities! Well, most of the time, and you weren't a celebrity! Well, Claire and Maddie were but not you and Sandra! You were about to explode! You were getting very nervous and didn't know what to do except to go with the flow...

You found your friends at Exit B where they were standing. Maddie saw you first and waved. You waved back. You hugged each one of your friends and started to talk while Sandra gave out the tickets. You looked at it and widened your eyes.

"Wait... what is this...?" You asked.

"Huh? What? It's our tickets!" Sandra said.

You flipped the ticket over. It said NBL VIP Pass, "It's a VIP pass.."

"Yeah? So?"

Maddie interfered, "Oh yeah! My boss actually gave these to us because he was suppose to be watching this game but he couldn't! He bought VIP passes which we can go and see them in their training room and stuff and ask them questions!"

You widened your eyes, "WHAT."

"I know right!? It's gonna be super fun!" Claire exclaimed, "I kind of want to touch their arms. Basketball players have really nice arms."

Everyone laughed, except you. Oh no... You really didn't want to go now. Oh my god, front row was already torment and now this?! What on earth is with your luck!

"Come on Chloe, let's go find our seats!" Maddie dragged you in the stadium. You gave her a little whimper.


The stadium was pack with so many fans and spectators it was crazy. It wasn't even the semi-finals or the quarter-finals yet for NBL. You couldn't remember the last time you went to a NBL game, it must've been last year. You didn't remember the feeling of excitement and awe as you watched players practice lay-ups and did some quick drills.

The four of you found your seats. It was at the front, of course, and it was right next to the New York players. Perfect. You tried not to find Aomine but your eyes weren't listening to your brain. God damn it eyes. Your eyes didn't careless about what your mind was thinking. You scanned through the players, left to right, right to left, until you finally spotted the blue haired man.

He was pretty tall, but in his team he was one of the shortest players. Most of the players were around 2 meters high. Oh my god, sometimes basketball players scared you.

They had a time limit of 5 more minutes until both teams had to wrap up their warm up to head to the coach to talk strategy. You prayed for that 5 minutes to quickly pass by.

Claire and Maddie were squealing badly. They were super excited, the complete opposite of what you felt. You looked over at Sandra who was concentrating on the opposite team. Sandra got a little competitive, just like you did.

You looked over at the audience at the back, most of them were inside. Just a few seats left. You looked over at the big timer. 3:47, it said. Damn it. When can time fly faster.

You watched the New York team shoot hoop after hoop. Aomine wasn't showing any of his cards yet. He was just shooting random shots from different places and getting them in. To be honest, you were kind of bored. Bored that you didn't want to stay in that stadium and just leave. You got up and your friends turned to you. "Chloe, where are you going?"

"To the bathroom." You walked out of the area and into a white hallway.

You went into the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. You stared. You stared at your turquoise eyes, the tiny scar on your left eyebrow, the thick eye lashes, the glossed up lips, the flawless olive skin you had and the long brown hair. You sighed, why would Aomine be interested in you? Why couldn't he though... Oh my god brain stop! You shook your head, tried to get those inner thoughts out of the way and went into one of the stalls.

You washed your hands and got out.

The game was about to start, you thought. Everyone was probably ready, except for you. As you turned the corner to exit the bathroom and noticed a man that leaned back against the white wall.

You practically screamed because you thought no one was going to be there.

When the man came closer. Your eyes widened. He was wearing the Panthers' jacket and track suit. His jersey under everything. He had a lean and tall body, which walked slowly towards you. His navy blue hair wasn't covered. His face showed a sly smirk and his pierce blue eyes nearly cut right through your soul. You tried to run but your legs weren't moving. Nothing listened to your brain. Your body wanted you to stay.

"Hey, babe."

It was Aomine.