P.S. this chapter's awful I'm sorry :(
Chapter Fourty Three: Ryan vs Landon
I hear the footsteps pacing back and forth outside my door.
"Don't come in. Don't come in. Don't come in." I mumble.
Suddenly the door swings open, revealing a frustrated Ryan. "Why are you avoiding me?"
Just ignore him and he'll go away.
This makes him move closer. "This is ridiculous."
Oh fuck off Ryan. I think to myself.
"That was unnecessary."
Oops. What's up with me and thinking out loud?
"Dee..."
"Not in the mood, Ryan." I say, still not looking up from my piano.
"Jesus, can you stop being a bitch for once!" He shouts, startling me.
"Fine!" I slam the case shut. "I'm avoiding you because at the moment I fricking hate you Ryan!"
"I've not even done anything!" He says louder.
"You're a liar." I get up and face him. My 5"8' height makes me nearly equal to Ryan who's only two inches taller than me.
Perks of being tall; You can be as intimidating as your brother.
"What are you talking about?" He questions.
"Oh you know, just about how you backstabbed your friend like a complete asshole." I shove him.
He stumbles back. "What?"
"I know what you did to Landon."
His eyes widen. He clearly wasn't expecting that.
If only I had my camera to capture the pure shock on his face.
"I- uh..." He struggles to respond.
I coldly laugh. "Yeah, I had the same response when I found out. My golden brother Ryan isn't so golden after all."
"It wasn't like t-that." He defends. "I would've been taken off the t-team if I didn't do it!"
"So you threw your best friend under the bus to save your own ass?" I scoff. "Real noble of you, Ryan."
He clenches his fists. "Don't you see it? This was his plan all along! That's why he came back to break us up."
"Oh my god, you're unbelievable!"
"And you're naive."
"You're a jerk who can't put his ego aside and apologise to Landon." I state.
He laughs. "Apologising him is the last thing I'll ever do."
"Well don't think forgiving you is something I'm doing anytime soon either."
"And for the record, I'm not there for you at the game tonight." I add before leaving the room.
I sigh when I notice Dad at the bottom of the stairs. "How much of that did you hear?"
"All of it." He opens his arms and I gladly take the opportunity to hug him. "How about we go out, just the two of us?"
"But the game's in a few hours."
"That's plenty of time."
"I don't feel like it Dad." I sigh.
"We can go vinyl shopping?"
At this, my ears perk up. Vinyls? Yes please.
"Deal."
***
After contemplating for over an hour over which one to get, I finally settle on 'The Works' by Queen.
If Landon was here he'd probably argue that 'The Game' album was a better choice.
Stop thinking about Landon, I scold my brain.
No, my brain replies.
Wait isn't my brain supposed to listen to me? I think it's defective.
The basketball stadium is filled, leaving hardly any seats for my dad and I. He gives me a 'This is all your fault look'.
"Vinyl shopping is hard work!" I defend, making him playfully roll his eyes.
I'll never understand why our town cares so much for basketball. It's literally sweaty guys throwing an orange ball around.
"HEIDI!" I whip my head around to see Dylan waving me over and pointing to two empty seats.
I look around trying to find any other spare seats. I'll literally sit anywhere except with Dylan.
"OI BITCH MY ARMS ARE GETTING TIRED!" He shouts.
"What a nice boy." My dad smiles, walking over to him. Nice? He just called your daughter a bitch!
I groan, following my dad. When we reach the seats, Dad sits next to Landon's parents leaving me with Dylan.
"Hey."
"I'm still not talking to you." I keep my eyes focussed on the basketball court.
He waves his arms. "What did I do!"
"You pretended to be my friend and helped Landon with his stupid plan!"
"True, I see your point. But I actually like you now! I mean, you were a bitch at the start, but then I saw your cool bitch side, not to mention that l-"
I put my hand over his mouth. "Dyl, please shut up."
He mumbles something.
"What?"
He mumbles again.
"What? Wait I have an idea." I remove my hand. "There."
"Wow you're a real genius." He states sarcastically. I roll my eyes. "I said, I'm sorry please forgive meee."
"Hmm."
"Pleaseee?"
"Hmmmmm."
"PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?" He screeches, making me jump.
"OH MY GOD OKAY FINE YOU'RE FORGIVEN! Fuck my ears!" I hold my ears which are now throbbing.
Lisa Knight leans over. "Dylan honey, did you see a moth again?"
"He's scared of moths?" I laugh.
She nods. "They make him scream like a little girl."
"That's such a lie!" He exclaims.
"Fine, let's test it out." I pretend to reach into my bag.
"NO!" He squeaks.
Dylan Prescott. The 6"2' drummer boy who's terrified of moths. Ladies, call him.
"The games about to start!" Carlos, Landon's father, shushes us.
The players from the opposing team enter the court one by one.
"BOO YOU WHORES!" Carlos shouts.
"Why did I marry you?" Lisa covers her face in embarrassment.
Now I know what Landon means by, 'My dad's really passionate about basketball'.
Our school team shortly follow. I can't help but make puking noises when Ryan enters. That earns me a 'knock it off' from my dad.
"THAT'S MY SON PEOPLE!" Carlos shouts again. "GO GET EM CHAMP! LOVE YOU!"
Landon looks up at his dad, shaking his head in embarrassment. He does a double take when he sees me.
I give him a small smile. In return he gives me a flirtatious wink. I'm pretty sure a girl in front of me nearly faints, thinking it's for her. I roll my eyes trying to suppress a laugh.
I swear I've never rolled my eyes around someone as much as I have with Landon these past 8 months.
Must show how annoying he is.
Dylan moves in closer.
"At time's like this I realise how single I am."
I push his face away. "We're not together!"
"You will be." Dad, Lisa, Carlos and Dylan all say in unison.
Is it too late to move seats?
***
Pass. Run. Pass. Shoot.
"YES!" I shout when our team scores.
Who knew basketball was actually interesting?
Ew who am I? I blame Carlos for getting me in the basketball mood with his deafeningly loud shouting.
I hate to admit it but Ryan was playing a great game. The team strategy seemed to be 'pass to Ryan' which everyone was following, except Landon of course.
Whenever Landon has the ball he'd go straight for the hoop, running past Ryan.
The game was starting to become more of a 'Ryan vs Landon' thing, which wasn't good considering the opposing team were only 3 points behind.
I'd be surprised if this didn't break out into a fight soon...
Due to the defence being so caught up in Landon and Ryan's trash talking contest, they don't notice the other team steal the ball away.
"HE'S GONNA SHOOT!" I shout at the idiots.
And he shoots.
Both teams are now equal with 33 points and only 15 seconds to spare.
The other team has full control over the ball, dominating the game.
"Well, we're fucked." Dylan states.
In a flash, Ryan steals the ball away running to the opposite end of the court.
"GO RYAN!" the school chants.
Suddenly, two defenders block his path, leaving him with no choice but to pass the ball.
The problem is the only other player on that side is: Landon.
I can tell he's trying to figure out a way to move past them, clearly not wanting to pass to Landon.
Pass the damn ball! I try telling him in my mind, hoping he can pick up some sort of twin frequencies.
He doesn't listen.
6 seconds left.
Guess there's only one thing to do.
I stand on the bleachers. "PASS THE FRICKING BALL YOU TWIT!" I holler the loudest I can.
I'm pretty sure he heard me because everyone turns to me.
"What? You all were thinking it."
I turn my attention back to the game to see a reluctant Ryan contemplating whether or not to pass.
3 seconds left.
He sighs finally passing the ball to Landon who effortlessly scores with a second to spare.
Nearly the entire stadium erupts into cheers with people jumping up from their seats.
The team throws Landon over their shoulders chanting 'KNIGHT! KNIGHT! KNIGHT!"
As we climb down the bleachers, Dylan runs up to congratulate Landon, whilst Dad gives Ryan a hug.
I give him a small nod to sort of say 'I'm happy you passed the ball'. He gives me an 'it was nothing' shrug.
We're not like how we used to be but it's improvement I guess.
I walk over joining the crowd of cheerleaders around Landon. He stands with a bored expression whilst they pester him with questions.
"You're so hot."
"I know right."
"Can I touch your muscles?"
"No."
"Can I feel your hair?"
"Nah."
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
"Eh." I start choking on thin air when he responds with this.
The frown on his face changes to a dimpled smile when he sees me. He quickly moves around the cheerleaders, pulling me away.
"You're so mean!" I say, still laughing at the shocked expressions on the girl's face.
"It's true!" He defends. "Plus the only girl I get to call pretty is you."
"You can't say that." I state. Friends can't say things like that! "And to think I was going to let you be my friend again."
He leans in dangerously close.
"Gem, if I haven't made it clear enough already I sure as hell don't want to be 'friends' with the girl who drives me crazy."
"Now if you'll excuse me I have to work on proving to the girl that I'm madly in love with her."
He gives me a devilish wink before leaving. Best exit of the year goes to Landon Knight.
I release the breath I didn't realise I was holding.
Landon- 1 : Heidi- 0
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