The next few days fell quite slowly. Monday was another day of hardcore basketball practice, including conditioning and a heck of a lot of running. Tuesday was Coach's "captain's practice." Nathan ran the practice like a tyrant, and it was complete and utter hell. At least for Mackenzie, it was.
"Oh, come on, yesterday wasn't even that bad." Brooklyn whispered across the row of desks, as he filled in his answer sheet.
"Were you even there?" Mackenzie whispered back, sighing. "I swear, Nathan has it out for me. I had to run six more suicides than everybody else."
"That's not true, he told Mikey to run 24."
"Yeah, but he did three, then threw up."
"What a weenie." Brooklyn snorted, clearly catching the teachers attention, and it wasn't long before both Brooklyn and Mackenzie were threatened with zeros on their exams if they were caught talking again. Fortunately, they finished their tests without another word spoken.
"Let's ditch practice." Brooklyn suggested, as the final bell of the day rang. He seemed excited, but Mackenzie? Not so much.
"Are you crazy? It's two days until playoffs, and you want to skip out on practice?" They reached their lockers, and Mackenzie turned the dial to do her combination.
"I'd much rather hang out with you than practice. Call me crazy." He gave her a look that made her insides go crazy.
"Shut up, Bridge." She scoffed, wanting to kill that feeling she felt.
"You haven't called me that in awhile." He leaned against the wall beside the lockers. "I think it turns me on."
"You're repulsive." Mackenzie shoved his shoulder, and closed her locker. "How does that turn you on?"
"Maybe I'm just extremely attracted to you, and anything that comes out of your mouth turns me on."
"I'm starting to regret this." She slung her backpack on, turning on her heal.
"Shut up, you love me." He grabbed hold of her wrist, pulling her back.
"Love you?" She stumbled over her words, trying to get them straight.
"Yes, that's what I said, right?" Mackenzie nodded, "you do love me, don't you?"
"I loved you as a friend, before we kissed. Now, it's too fast to love yet."
The words flowed from Mackenzies mouth like it was a walk in the park. But for Brooklyn, it was like a stab in the chest. He kept his cool, though.
"Oh. Yeah, I get it." He said flatly, defeated. It was like he was friendzoned, even if they were already dating.
"So practice, or no practice? Because I'm kind of digging that idea now." Mackenzie smiled, as if the conversation prior has disappeared into thin air. "Are you okay? Why the long face, Bridgey?" She punched his shoulder playfully, and Brooklyn just shrugged.
"I don't know, Mackenzie, you tell me."
"No. Nope, I am not having another fight with you. Tell me what I did."
"You don't love me."
Mackenzie seemed confused. "That would be what I said, about, two? minutes ago?" She switched her weight, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "And I said I did love you. When we were just friends. It's different now. Ya'know?"
"Yeah, I know."
"Then what's with the stick up your butt?"
"I love you. I thought loved you since the third grade, when you made fun of my Star Wars boxers, and told me I had a girl's name. And When you promised me in fifth grade that I would be your first boyfriend. I thought I loved you in middle school, when you made fun of my glasses, and starting calling me Bridge. I thought I loved you when you hit puberty and you became the prettiest girl I'd ever seen.
But I really started loving you when I thought I lost you."
EMOtional. if you're confused about the last line it's when mackenzie was w nathan for like seven seconds
isn't brooklun such a bean :( i wanna hug him
EDIT; again. Republishing, wrote those authors notes two to three years ago