It was game day today and it couldn't be a more worst day for it. Waking up pissed was the fucking worse.

I dreamt of Sky last night.

The dream is still so fresh in my memory so I thought about it before it could vanish.

Her plump lips were perfectly on me and tasted like watermelon, as she had her arms around my neck and I had her pinned on the wall behind her.

Her whimpers was all I could hear as I kissed on her neck and she pulled on my hair gently. Before I could even enjoy the rest of my heavenly dream, I woke up alone in my room with a fucking hard rod in between my legs.

I walked to the washroom and took care of it, the image of her biting her lip roaming my mind.

A loud knock startled me. "Alex, what the fuck are you doing?" Justin shouted.

I rolled my eyes at him and pulled my pants back up. I had to take a shower, eat breakfast then go to practice before the game starts.

After taking my shower, I got dressed in my basketball jersey and shorts, then made my way down to breakfast.

Today was not my fucking day, I've never been this pissed in my life. My mother calling me to tell me about my father, Sky being mad at me, and now Angela who was jogging up next to me.

"Hey, Alex." Angela smiled, and I kept walking faster so she would leave me alone. I really didn't want to lash out at another person.

I think she got the hint that I was not in the mood so she went to sit next to her idiotic friends.

My eyes caught on Sky and she looked up at me before rolling her eyes and looking down. My anger grew at her feistiness and I went to get myself a bowl of cereal and a banana.

I ate while staring at Sky from across the room. It pissed me off that she was so happy and laughing while I was breaking from the inside out.

Even though I was angry, I couldn't help but notice everything about her. Her in that cheerleading uniform had to be my favourite on her. She wore a white turtleneck underneath, and the contrast of it with her golden brown skin was so damned alluring. Her spiral curls were sprawled out on her shoulders and had a few braids in it.

My eyes continued to watch her. She looked at me because my gaze was probably so strong on her, but she looked back down.

I couldn't believe that she was ignoring me like this, but I also couldn't blame her because I lashed out on her yesterday when she was the only person that had been helping my anger.

Something about her words, or the way she looked at me, or her hand on my cheek, it just calmed me instantly and I needed that.

I needed it now.

I got up and stared at her until she looked at me. Her eyes left Elena who was talking to her and she looked at me. I pointed to the door with my head and she rolled her eyes before turning back to Elena.

What the fuck?

Sky was always there when I needed her, and now that I really needed her, her efforts at trying to help me have run out.

She'd just given up on me, and I wanted to be devastated and angry at the same time. It's so much easier to be angry, so I stuck with anger.

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The rest of my teammates actually went to the practice before the game but I couldn't. I was just so angry and I didn't fucking know how to stop it.

We were in New fucking York, so all of my calming places were thousands of miles away. I can't risk getting in shit for punching the walls of this hotel room, and Sky wasn't fucking talking to me to help my anger.

Everything seemed to be going to fucking shit and when I saw what I saw next, I think I actually could've killed a person.

A player from the opposite team, from some school in Detroit talking to Sky. He had dark skin and his hair was buzzed with fucking straight teeth so white, they could practically be transparent. The Detroit guy was tall and muscular, but was nothing compared to me. He was dressed in a purple basketball jersey and shorts, and obviously looked down at Sky like she was gold.

They were walking together from filling up their water bottles, and she laughed at something he said.

I couldn't fucking stand there without saying anything so I walked over to them. Sky and Transparent Teeth looked up from their conversation and looked at me confused.

"Let's go, Sky." I instructed, keeping my eyes on the guy who had his eyes on the girl I couldn't let any other guy have his eyes on.

"Excuse me?"

I turned to look at her, and I think she saw something in my eyes because her previous angry face dropped.

She excused herself from him and followed me to a boys washroom I found. I thought that maybe she could help me just like the last time we were together in a boys washroom.

"I'll talk to you after the game?" The guy asked her and she nodded before closing the door washroom behind her.

"Oh, no you won't." I warned her, taking a step towards her and she backed up.

"And why is that?" She exclaimed.

"Y-You can't be all over a player from the other team. You're cheering for us, remember?" I shouted back and she scoffed.

"I wasn't all over him!" She protested. "And you can't tell me what to do!"

I stayed quiet. I didn't know what to do to let her know that I wanted her all to myself, and I needed her to get me through this game.

"Skyler. . . You're getting on my last nerve." I groaned, seeing only red as I looked down at her. She was so small and harmless, I would never dare lay a finger on her.

My anger was through the roof, and on top of that, she was looking so damned hot, only adding to my sexual frustration. I didn't know how to let my frustration out. Certainly pushing her against the wall and fucking her would do the job.

"Alex, are you in here?" Justin called out for me.

Before I could even think about what to do next, she flipped her hair at me and turned to walk out.

Justin's face was in pure shock as he watched her jog away. "I'm not even gonna ask, just get your ass in the gym."

Eric was speaking with Victor Spence, a college basketball coach of the college that I wanted to go to when I got out of this shit place they call high school.

Of course he would've taken the opportunity to take the spotlight when I wasn't there. I would have to talk to Victor Spence after the game, if I was even capable to get through it.

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SKY

Who did Alexander think he was?

He had the audacity to yell at me yesterday and now today, but I wasn't going to let him intimidate me.

Something was obviously bothering him, but he didn't want to talk about it to me yesterday and look at him now.

I always got a little emotional when he yelled at me, but this time it hit a little harder. I thought we were making good progress and I was dumb enough to let myself fall for him.

I was so dumb though, because him yelling at me like that yesterday just guaranteed that he only wanted me when he needed me there.

It hurt my feelings. Call me weak, but I don't understand how someone can just stand there and get yelled at, then not cry afterwards.

Alexander brought whatever was bothering him to the court. He got even more fouls than his other games, argued with the referee and didn't make as many shots as usual.

Eric was the star of this game, and it really seemed to bother him because of how he would shut his eyes closed every time Eric shot.

I wanted to go over to him, and really ask him what was going on but stayed on the sidelines, cheering for the team.

Suddenly, Travis, the boy I was talking to earlier full on body slammed Alexander, causing Alex to fall backwards.

I watched in horror as Alexander slowly got up, his clenched fist at his side and stood up tall to tower over Travis.

The whole gym was silent and I couldn't even breathe. This would be the end of his possible career. He would get disqualified and never be able to play again in high school, and probably not in college either by how the college coaches were shaking their heads and writing stuff down.

Thankfully, the players on the court noticed what was bound to happen and separated the two.

Alexander's eyes were still dark and wild. He shot me one look before walking away.

"Alex!" Coach yelled after him, but Alex ignored him and kept walking out.

The team soon resumed the game and the cheer team went on to cheering as usual. I couldn't stand this fight between us anymore so I followed him, dropping my stupid pom-poms next to the bleachers. A few cheerleaders from the other team gave me mean looks but I ignored them and kept walking.

I opened the door and saw Alexander angrily walking down the hall, so I followed him.

"Alex! Alexander!" I called after him, only for him to ignore me.

He noticed that I was behind him but continued marching down the hall, cursing and groaning underneath his breath. Alexander walked into a dark room that had many old tables and chairs. There was no light switch, so we stayed in the darkness.

I stayed quiet and watched him as he tore the place, kicking the chairs and flipping the tables.

Minutes later, he then turned to me. "This is your fucking fault!" He shouted in my face.

"I didn't do shit!" I said, raising my voice in an attempt to meet his and standing on my toes.

"You didn't fucking come talk to me, when you know I need you when I'm angry." He shouted back.

He walked closer to me and placed each of his hands on the wall behind me next to my head. I knew he would never ever hit me, but he wanted to intimidate me and he succeeded almost every time. I looked down to the floor, seeing his head move with mine to look at me.

"Hm?" Alexander pressed angrily, like he wanted answers out of me. "Look at me."

I looked up at him, seeing him quickly scan my down before his dark eyes met mine again.

His body was leaking of sweat, and I could practically see his veins from his arms pulsing in anger through the darkness. His green eyes looked down at me both in frustration and despair.

"You told me to stop prying, remember?" My words came out as a whisper, not intending them to.

"Fuck you." He growled. "And that fucking idiot that you were all over before."

"Fuck you too." I screamed and pushed him away from me.

I watched as he went to a nearby wall and punched so hard that it created a hole.

I gasped and covered my mouth.

Some people may have been scared of him while he was in this state. Especially if that person was five foot four and a hundred and twenty pounds in a room with a six-foot-seven guy that was almost two hundred pounds.

But Alexander would never lay a hand on me,
I knew this in my heart, and I cared about him too much to let him stay in this bad place.

"Get out." He walked towards me again and pointed at the door behind me.

"No."

Clearly he did not want me to witness him detonating. I was not afraid and I was going to help him no matter what so he could go back in that gym and be the star that he was.

He walked away from me, picked up a chair and slammed it against the wall farthest from me.

"You've lost your mind. Sit your ass down." I ordered and pushed him to sit on a plastic chair. He sat down and looked up at me with angry eyes. "What's been bothering you, Alexander?"

"My fucking father came to my house again last night." He grumbled, his eyes leaving from me. My heart sank.

"What happened?"

"He wants to fucking see me and Layla. After twelve fucking years he decides to not get drunk for one day and wants to fucking see me." His voice was softer, I knew he was hurting by how his voice broke at the end.

"How do you feel about that?"

"Fuck him, that's how I feel." He got angry again. "Now I fucking ruined my chances at possibly getting recruited for college because of him. Fucking Eric was out there replacing me."

I walked over to him so I could stand between his legs and lifted his head with my hands. "You could've just told me about your dad yesterday, and it wouldn't have been bothering you so much today."

"I know."

"I'm here to help you, Alexander. If you don't let me I can't." I continued.

"I know."

"Your father wants to see you, but it doesn't mean you have to see him. You decide when you want to see him or not. Only time will tell."

"Okay."

"You have, what, three other games this week. Other college coaches will come to those, and you'll do better. Okay?" I pressed, and he finally looked up at me. His eyes glossy and the surrounding skin red.

"Okay." He breathed out, his shoulders relaxing.

Alex pulled me closer to him by my waist and hid his face in my shoulder. I pulled his head back and saw tears in his eyes, a result of his anger.

"Oh, Alexander. . ." I moaned sadly, feeling myself start to get emotional at the sight of him.

Alexander was such a broken soul, I felt like crying myself. His eyes that resembled the world because of the green specs swimming in blue were looking up at me like he was lost.

I used my thumb to soothe out the line between his eyebrows and then moved my hands back on his cheeks, as he closed his eyes shut.

His long eyelashes were hitting his cheek and I found myself being fascinated by his beauty.

Seeing him show his emotions again was so beautiful, and my eyes darted to his lips.

I wanted to kiss him, and his lips were just there.

I didn't think about what could happen after I did it, but I just kissed him.

My lips met his and I kissed him for a few seconds before pulling back to watch his reaction.

Like in movies or books, I expected him to then kiss me back and then we'd reveal our loves for each other.

But this wasn't a book or movie, so he just looked up at me, his face holding an unrecognizable expression.

I just ruined our friendship by doing something so reckless. Alexander didn't see me that way, it was clear, so I made a great mistake by kissing him.

I backed away, my heart at my throat, unable to speak. He just stared at me, and he opened his mouth to speak but then closed it again.

I didn't want to hear it. I didn't want to hear that he sees me as a sister, so I ran out of the room, my tears threatening to fall.

My feet ran away as far as I could, and landed me in the hotel lobby. I knew it as soon as I saw the white cheerleading tracksuits that it was them. . . My old school.

Through blurry vision, I saw all three of my old friends and bullies standing in line to check in to the hotel.

They all hadn't changed at all since I last saw them at first glance. The leader of them all, Rebecca, was twirling her black braid around her finger and chewing her infamous pink bubble gum. Maddie's ivory white skin and dark black dark was still so striking and Brooklyn was actually now blonde, and seemed to have gained a few pounds.

Everything was crashing down on me. With ruining my friendship with Alexander and now this, I knew my life would only go downhill from there.

Rebecca's eyes scanned the room until they landed on me, her eyes confused before she realized who I was.

"No way. . ." She laughed before tapping Maddie and pointing towards me.

What is wrong with my feet? Why can't I move?

They all took turns looking at me, and whispered amongst themselves. I couldn't move, I couldn't believe this was happening even though I was anticipating it.

I finally mustered up some strength in my feet and ran all the way up to my room. I buried myself underneath the sheets and cried myself to sleep.
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