Unrequited love

Fourty-Three | Katie

I was genuinely scared since everyone was way taller than me but I remember Colton trying to make it fun for me. He would jokingly slam into Damon to make me laugh and it was probably the only time he acknowledged me at the time. We didn't talk after that and it upset me for a while and I never understood why. I also don't understand why I even remember that game since it was only 15 minutes and it wasn't a big thing.

I just remember how much fun he make it for me.

Flinching when halftime bell goes off I'm startled when I realize I had zoned out for a chunk of the game. Feeling disappointed in myself, I glance at the scoreboard before feeling a little better when I notice that we're winning. Only by two points though and usually at this point we're winning by way more. Or maybe other good basketball teams also exist.

Telling Alex and Brylan I'll be back, I kindly move past the other people as a few of them give me dirty looks. I know it's not personal since I'm wearing Damon's varsity jacket and they're decked out in the opposing teams colors so they're most likely judging me for rooting for my school. I don't really know why they care so much anyways, it's just a highschool game. I'll never understand some people.

Walking down the side steps I try to head towards the bench so I can talk to our team. I always come down during half time to wish everyone luck and talk to Damon anyways. I went from being Damon's cute little sister who would give everyone high fives to the girl who you're not allowed to touch when Damon is watching. Sometimes I wish we would be kids again when things weren't so sexual.

When I manage to shuffle out onto the bleacher stairs, I watch my feet as I take one at a time. Hearing someone walk up to me, I look up too slowly which results in me slamming into their chest.

Looking up to see Colton, I'm a little suprised why he's here and not on court. Giving him an awkward smile, I try to move past but he blocks me again.

'You excited for your bio exam on...Monday? was it?' He asks which heightens my suspicion since it's a little random. We don't really talk all that much but he says it like we do.

Well we do talk but it's usually about Damon or tutoring, otherwise we don't exist to each-other even though we've platonically hung out once. Our relationship is confusing and at this point it's getting hard to understand. I guess this could count as a tutoring conversation though. It's just not in it's usual setting and scenery.

'Yea?..well no I'm not exited- it would be weird to be excited for an exam,' I laugh it off as I try to get around him once again but he physically restrains me this time. Blinking at his dedication to keep me in my current position I begin to grow anxious. 'Urm...you're gripping my wrist.'

'Sorry,' he lets go and I make no attempt to move past him. I know how it will turn out. He'll most likely grab me again, then I'll point it out then he'll let go.

'Can you let me get past?' I decide to just ask. Saying it out loud makes this situation sound even weirder than it is.

'No?' He says hesitantly so I just look to the side uncomfortably which causes me to make eye contact with a guy who seems like he could be someone's dad. Someone's scary dad to be specific.

'Is he bothering you?' He seems concerned which makes me wonder what expression I must've given him when I looked in his direction.

'A little-,'

'She's my brothers little sister,' he ruffles my hair which leads me to notice that he does that a lot whenever anyone, including himself, mentions Damon.

Whenever Damon's involved in the conversation I'm the 'little sister he likes to poke around to annoy his best friend' but when he's not then I'm just me. It frustrates me a little since I just wan to be me. Not saying it angers me but I don't wan to be the 'little sister' forever. That's just depressing.