Nathan sat his sunglasses on top of his head, stuck the keys into the ignition, and started the car. He pulled out of the parking lot easily, and turned on the radio. "You can pick a station you like," he said, as Mackenzie reached towards the center console and placed her phone into the cup holder.
"This one is fine." she replied, her hands sweating from how nervous she was. Mackenzie nvever usually got this anxious, buit the car ride was terribly awkward and she secretly wished she was inside the cafeteria eating a sandwich with Brooklyn.
"Pizza, or mexican? Theres a taco bell right around this corner,"
"I'm actually not that hungry." Mackenzie cut him off, "why dont we play baskeytball instead?" she really was hungry, but she would much rather play basketball, that way they didn't have to converse as much.
Nathan shrugged, turning the wheel so that he could parallel park next to the same basketball court Mackenzie had played on since she was six years old. He opened the car door, got out, and opened the door for Mackenzie as well. She got out and smiled, as Nathan walked around to the trunk and pulled out a basketball.
"So, a little one-on-one?" He asked, tossing the ball to her, as he closed the trunk, locked the car, and hung his keys around his neck. Mackenzie jogged onto the court, taking a left-sided layup.
"First to 28." She replied, as she checked the ball against him. Nathan dodged past her, bouncing the ball between her legs and making a shot half court.
"3 up," He smirked, as they checked the ball again, and Mackenzie struggled to push pass him.
"God, you're heavy." She groaned, as she shoved against his chest. The ball was released from her grip, and Nathan was on it like a cat. He dribbled passed her, dunking it into the basket.
"It's all muscle, baby." He laughed, "4, nothing, better pick up your game, Smythe."
Mackenzie rose her eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. "Whatever." She scoffed, grabbing the ball from Nathan's hands.
"Alright, new game." He suggested, taking back the ball and holding it against his hip. He walked over to the foul line, and bent his knees, taking a free throw. "For every shot I make, you've got to kiss me."
"What?! I don't wanna kiss you," Mackenzie retorted, even though, deep down, she really did. "And besides, you're gonna make like fifty shots, that's not fair."
"We'll see how many I can get in sixty-seconds, fair?" He asked, raising his brows, and getting into his position.
"Fine." She replied, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'll keep count." She leaned against a tree, pulling out her phone to keep track of time. "Go."
The sixty seconds flew by in an instant, and Nathan had made a grand total of fourteen shots. "So, looks like you get to kiss me fourteen times."
"How about once, and we pretend it was fourteen?" Mackenzie scoffed, walking over towards him. "I don't think I really want to kiss you."
"Come here." He said, as he grabbed both of her hands, lacing their fingers together.
"What are you-"
"Shh." Nathan interrupted, as he pecked her lips. "There."
"What was that for?" Mackenzie questioned, as she raised her brows.
"I knew you wouldn't do it, so I had to go ahead and do it myself."
Mackenzie shook her head, placing her hand on his chest and pushing him off slightly. "Don't you have a girlfriend?"
Nathan looked down at his shoes, then looked back up at Mackenzie. "Does it matter? She cheats on me with any chance she gets."
"That doesn't make it right. Vienna is like, the prettiest girl in school, you're lucky to have her." Mackenzie retorted, shoving her phone into her pocket.
"It doesn't help that she's already slept with my best friend." Nathan spat, hoping to get Mackenzie on his side.
"Whatever, I have to get back to school."
"Alright, let's go." He said, pulling out his keys to unlock the car.
"No thanks, I'm walking."