Home Made Basket Ball Love
Season: Spring
Seven
It spread around the school community like wildfire when Aomine and I showed up in school, after Christmas break, holding hands. I definitely felt numerous evil glares from girls, but I could care less. Momoi was the only girl happy of my relationship. Turned out her and Aomine are very good friends, since elementary school.
"Just say the word hurt and I'll be on him Chuck Norris style," she had said to me. Tetsu "knew it" was bound to happen; I don't know why I couldn't see it coming. I convinced Aomine to go to at least a few practices during the week, and of course in return I had to go to Track practice as well-which sucked. The team captain was literally hostile towards me-while everyone got away with easy workouts I had to do workouts that made me feel like my body was tearing apart. Sometimes I would break my deals and go watch Tetsu's practices. When Kise found out Aomine and I was dating he had a fit.
"Why wasn't I aware of this earlier!" Kise yelled out,
"As if you had a chance," Midorima said, and caused everyone to laugh-while poor Kise mentally cried. At first, I thought Kise was the guy Tetsu was talking about, but when I confronted him about it, Tetsu told me it wasn't him. Who could it be then? To be honest, I was really curious. I knew a lot of guys liked me, but the majority only like me for physical purposes. Tetsu would never reveal someone liked me unless that person seriously liked me. The only guys I'd ever hung out with were the ones on the first string. Other than that I was clueless. I thought of Murasakibara, and I haven't found a reason of why it wouldn't be him. And it could be Midorima or even Akashi-though I doubt it strongly.
I met him at the basketball court, the place I first met him, and the place we recognized each other. He was behind me, the ball in my hands, and as I shoot, he said, "miss" and the ball hit the rim of the hoop and bounced back towards us.
"You jinx" I said, picking up the ball.
"Let me see the ball" I hand it to him, and with one hand he flung it, and it goes in-flawlessly.
"That's irrational"
"There's nothing irrational about it! It doesn't matter what form you use to shoot the ball, as long as it leaves your fingertips a certain way it will always go in"
"Gimme the ball" I take it from him and flung it.
"You can't just fling it, I told you-"
"-Look! I'm not a basketball prodigy; all I know how to do is run. I can run laps around you, and you can score a gazillion hoops flawlessly" Aomine glared at me,
"Psh, you can't outrun me" my jaw slackened-
"Yes I can!"
"Race you back to your house!"
"Your on!" and we took off. He was in the lead at first, but any runner will tell you never give your all in the beginning. Always save your energy until the last minute, when everyone else is too tired for any extra boost of energy and then take off. As the town house was coming into sight, I immediately broke into a sprint, passing Aomine-and as the cliché goes leaving him in the dust. I reached the house first.
"Dammit, I wanna re-match" Aomine said in between deep breaths.
"Nope, I proved my point" I said, handing him a water bottle as he sat down at the kitchen table. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto his lap. Again, thank god for my lovely brown skin, my blush was intense.
"Can I kiss you?" he said a slight blush coloring his cheeks, as for me I felt like my face was on fire.
"You've done it before why ask no-mmmm" he lips grasped mine, roughly at first. But as I kiss back it turned passionate and soft. His hand cups my cheek, and he kiss deepened. I moaned lightly, causing him to turn savage and ram his tongue into my mouth-and I pulled away.
"Whoa! I'm not ready for that kind of…stuff" Aomine sucked his teeth and frowned,
"Why not?"
"Doesn't matter why" he wrapped an arm around my waist and sighed.
"I won't force you…unless you want me to-"
"NO, and your not staying over here after dark anymore" He chuckled,
"Why not?"
"Just because we're dating doesn't give you any right to be all over me" he sucked his teeth again.
Aomine left at exactly eight o'clock, right when the sun went down. As a girl, who lived alone, I felt it was my responsibility to be vigilant of my innocence. As much as I want Aomine to hold me and kiss all over me, and other things that I'm too young to be thinking about, I continuously remind myself that I am not that kind of girl. I will not lose myself over a boy.
A very attractive, strong, smart, boy; Prince cuddled next to me in bed. He's the only male I'll allow this much contact-though now that I'm actually dating my first boyfriend that moral could change. And that should be the least of my worries. I should be worrying about how my uncle would react to me having a boyfriend, but that man hasn't talked to me since the time I had to go to the hospital for pneumonia.
I shouldn't feel this way, but I'm glad we don't talk; the guy is the devil. I wished his ex-wife were here for me, the only woman of his that I ever considered a mother figure-other than my own mother. She lived in this town house with me, right until I entered middle school. Then she told me she would be gone forever, and never gave me a reason why. And I knew it had to do with him, even so I wished she could've taken me with her.
