"i'm open! over here!" i shout as the ball gets thrown to someone who's being swarmed.
"what the hell was that elena?!" i ask clearly frustrated.
and then she looks at me like i'm the one that just fucked up scrimmage!
okay, maybe i'm overreacting. but i've had a shit ton on my mind lately. it's been two weeks (lmao it's like been two weeks since i've updated) and i've still not talked to jacob about- well you know- and i have no clue how to.
maybe i should just get it over with...
*practice ends*
"hey jacob, can i talk to you?" i ask fidgeting with my fingers, while looking down.
"sure, what's up?" he says with a grin.
"like alone" i say eying coach, jacob sees what i'm looking at and chuckles 'let's go then' he replies grabbing my hand dragging me with him, fireworks exploding in my gut.
once we've reached a private area he looks at me expectantly, searching my face for any emotion.
"i like you' i blurt out, heat immediately rising to my cheeks.
bam cliffhanger what are you gonna do about it
here's a chapter for those who've asked * cough cough elizabeth cough* ;)
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9/19\17
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Point Guard; js
Fanfictionpoint guard noun the backcourt player that directs the teams offense lowercase intended
