Basketball Towels.
I groan as I walk into the gym that contains the sweaty basketball team doing their afternoon training... Most girls would be happy to sit aside and watch the attractive basketball team at Assex High School play shitless and all sweaty and don't get me wrong I do, but the girls on the sideline and the jerks that treat me like crap are the reason I dread being a student here.
I have to be at every here every day due to my father who is also the coach, Ian. He has made me the water girl.
The only reason I'm here is because of the one who just so happened to walk into the doors into the gym, rocking black basketball shorts and a white jersey with a pair of white Jordan's adorning his feet.
He gracefully walks in with his black Nike bag on his left shoulder, catching the eyes of almost everyone in the gym. He however didn't care about the looks because he was used to it or he was oblivious to the fact almost everyone watching his every move.
He walks towards where I was sitting and my heart pounds in my chest as my palms become sweaty. Suddenly the gym felt as if it were a sauna as he neared me. He wasn't making eye contact with me though because he was on his phone texting.
I tighten my ponytail and make sure I look presentable before he reaches where I'm at. He looks up from his phone and looks towards the bench where I'm sitting.
A blush creeps my cheeks as he caught me staring. I smile and in a matter of a second a towel was thrown over my head removing the beautiful sight of the schools basketball star, Christopher Maurice Brown. I curse under my breath a million times and want to kill myself of embarrassment along with killing whoever threw it at me.
The towel was removed from my head before I could do it myself.
I open my eyes to see Chris standing in front of me patting my head with a frown on his face..
"Yo". he turns to face who threw it at me who I now see was the dick I despise, Aubrey Graham, "That ain't cool man, she a girl not a god damn towel rack for your sweaty ass." The blood rushes to my cheeks at the thought of him defending me.
This is actually the first time I think he's ever acknowledged me.
"Not my fault she can't catch," he shrugs with a smirk.
I flip the finger in his direction wanting nothing more then him to disappear.
"Yo have some respect aight" Chris shakes his head and looks back down at me.
"You good?"
"I-I'm f-fine." Fuck did I just stutter? How embarrassing.
"You sure?" He quirks his eyebrow.
"Because with his nasty ass that towel must've smelt like road kill."
I giggle and look down at my feet not being able to hold the eye contact.
"I-I'll be-"
"Baby," Squeals the girl I dread seeing everyday of my life. I cringe at the sound of her voice and look up not being able to help myself.
"Hey Kae." Smiles Chris as he embraces his girlfriend in a hug, completely forgetting me. She pulls his head down to kiss her, well aware that we could all see.
I look away not being able to stand the sight of the guy I've been crushing on since freshmen year, kissing another girl who I despise and that traumatizes me every chance she gets.
He deserves so much better than a girl such as Karrueche. NO, I don't mean he deserves me and when I say he deserves so much better I mean it in the most non envious way.
It has nothing to do with me being jealous of Karrueche It was a fact that Christopher Maurice Brown deserves a girl who can treat him as her king. A girl who will never forget to remind him just how much she loves him everyday, a girl who will spoil him with love and affection, a girl who is nothing but real when she's with him or anybody else for that matter, a girl who won't use him for his popularity or fortune, a girl who will appreciate him for all he is and through everything he needs, A girl who meets all his needs.
I just don't see that girl as Karrueche. I think the only needs she meets is his sexual needs and bragging rights to his friends, Other than that I don't see the point of their friendship if all it's for is because she's a gold digging two faced bitch who's desperate for his dick and popularity.
"Is your mom going to be home tonight?" she bites her lip.
"seductively. Just me, myself and I, baby." He smiles.
"Oh and the dogs of course."
"Ugh, I don't know why you don't just get rid of those mutts." she scoffs disgustedly.
He rolls his eyes, looking irritated. "Those 'mutts' are my dogs and I ain't ever gon' get rid of them, so you can get that thought outta yo head aight?" He says looking completely serious.
Sexy and a dog lover. Is god trying to make me want him further? I thought god said nobody was perfect. That rule obviously doesn't apply to Chris Brown.
"Just cause ma dogs growl at you n' shit when you come over ain't because they mean and aggressive it's because you lock their asses out of the house and don't treat 'em right."
Dogs growling at Karrueche? Oh god I wish I could see that happen to her. OH and I would kill to see her get attacked by one of them. Now that would be a hell of a sight. Beats having her pick on me at least everyday.
She rolls her eye and huffs. "Can we not talk about those damn dogs!"
"They have names."
He pulls away from her with another eye roll. Hmm... He's mimicking my usual reaction when this bitch breathes let alone speaks.
"Breezy,"
she pouts, yanking him back to her by his hips, 'trying' to look cute when in reality it was a sight for sore eyes.
"Baby I'm sorry for insulting your dogs. I love Diamond an um... Uh-"
"Yoseline, Barry, Bee, Shadow, and Charlie." He glares at her. Shit, this dude really loves his dogs, score.
"whatever," she rolls her eyes,
"can we just get over this conversation? I mean it's pointless, babe. We have much better things to discuss." She purrs causing me to gag.
Yeah like discussing the renewal of your god damn weave.
Her eyes and Chris' eyes dart over to me and she glares murderously at me.
"Say something?" She spat.
"No I was just gagging because Johnny's stinky towel finally got to me." I couldn't be bother for her shit so I just said what I could.
Chris chuckles at me and stops shortly when the coach comes and puts his hand on Chris' shoulder.
"Karrueche, you'll have to leave Chris to get ready to train with the boys," The coach says politely.
"If you're going to just distract my star player I can't have you in here"
"No Mr. Richards" Karrueche fake smiles, thinking her 'good girl' attitude works on the coach when in reality he sees right through her.
"I'll be a good girl and wait for him outside."
"Alright, off you go," The coach shoos her away. My mother is friends with the coach so of course I'd be allowed to stay. I'm the water girl. So that makes them think I'm their bitch.
She grimaces and turns to put the palm of her hands on Chris' knees as he was sitting on the bench near me.
She gave him a lingering kiss that he returns and pulls back to smile at me warning to back off. Oh suck me off you fake ass b-
"You're on when you've gotten ready, Breezy." The coach slaps his back.
"Aight, coach." He nods.
My leg starts bouncing up and down having him be this close to me. He ties his basketball shoes and curses when he can't get the knot out of his last shoe lace.
I bite my lip and try to restrain myself from helping but the more frustrated the harder it gets to keep my mouth shut.
"Do you need any help over there?" Glad I didn't stutter this time, great job Robyn. He looks over at me and chuckles.
"Can't you tell I'm struggling?" I bite my lip and nod my head as we stare at each other.
His eyes flicker to my lips then back up to my eyes. He miles and nods.
"Coach gone have my ass if I don't get out there so yeah.... You mind helpin' a nigga out?" I giggle and softly nod my head.
I go sit in front of him on one knee and slowly put my hand on his tattooed leg muscle. My skin burns as it touches his and I blush bringing his leg forward towards me.
I push my glasses further up my nose and start trying to undo the knot. I start using my manicured nails to undo the stubborn knot I would have to thank for getting me face time with my high school crush.
"Shit, this shoe gone fly through that goddamn window if we don't get it undone." He groans.
I speed up the pace and finally get it done, smiling in triumph. I tie his shoelace and then look up to see him biting back a smile as he looks at me.
I blush and try to get back up only to have me stumble forward causing my hand to land on his crotch as he catches my other hand. He grunts and I squeak, quickly removing my hand from CJ. I blush a bright red anyone who will come in walking distance could realize,
"I'm so s-sorry" I apologize,
quickly and frantically. He rubs his member making my panties soak at the sight. He smiles up at me and I see and hear him mumbling "adorable" killing me further.
"It's aight shawty. You ain't the first one who's tried." He winks resulting in my cheeks burning red and for me to look down shyly.
"Hey Robyn," calls Aubrey, catching our attention along with the whole gym.
"How about you let Breezy get up and play instead of trying to rape him." Everybody laughs and I look around for the coach to see him just walking in, missing what had just been said.
Chris bites his lip to prevent himself from laughing and avoids eye contact with me.
My cheeks are red, my stomach is churning due to embarrassment. And I want nothing more than to leave this godforsaken gym.
I take a seat on the other bench alone instead of the one Chris is on and away from everybody else. Lennie comes off the court as Chris goes on. I hand him his water and towel and he sits near me.
I push my glasses up higher up on my nose and sigh as I watch Chris play.
"Robyn, you good?" Lennie nudges me. I look over at him and fake a toothless smile with a nod of my head.
"Yeah, I'm good" I lied.
"Good 'cause Aubrey's a fucking dick, so don't worry about him."
"Aubrey can go lick and suck the road’s dick." I growl low enough for only he and I to hear.
He chuckles and shakes his head.
You see Lennie's been my best friend since I could walk. We've stuck together all these years no matter how popular he got. I wasn't exactly what you call popular here at Essex High. There's only 2 people I speak to here. Those two people are my best friends Lennie and Alexandra. They're the only two people I can stand in this god forsaken school.
I look over at Chris longingly as he jumps up and makes a jump shot that only anybody could wish to perfect. Everybody cheers for him as they all tap his back in congratulations.
He rips his Nike jacket off and throws it to the sidelines where the girls start silently fighting over who holds it, but once again.. He's oblivious to it.
He catches the ball when he gets back on the court and tricks Aubrey to go left so Chris could freely run to the right. Chris is surrounded by guys, he has nowhere to throw the ball. He takes a leap of faith and just throws the ball from where he's standing.
Everybody watches as the ball hits the backboard and goes in smoothly. Chris grinds his breathtaking grin as he stays in his spot while everybody shakes him in congratulations and clap his back jumping around like kids.
He runs towards my side of the court but the coach stops him. God dammit coach, don't be such a cock block.
"What're you doing Chris?" The coach yells over the boys,
"Just want some water coach."
"Alright, go." The coach waves him off.
Chris chuckles and my heart rate speeds up as he walks towards me. It's like everything is going in slow motion as his fingers wrap around the hem of his shirt.
In reality he's taking it off at a normal pace but in my head it felt like he was doing it agonizingly slow. His happy trail is revealed as his top rises, slowly, revealing his light chocolate skin to my hungry eyes.
His top goes higher and finally reveals his beautiful titties and tattooed chest to my sight. As soon as the diamond on the middle of his chest was revealed I felt as if my ovaries had completely exploded as the sweat glistened on his body.
The shirt goes over his head revealing his gorgeously sculpted face that I fell in love with as soon as I saw it.
I was so lost in thinking about what I just saw that I didn't even realize he was right in front of me, waving his hand in my face trying to get my attention until I was roughly nudged by Lennie.
"What?" I hiss at him, annoyed for nudging me.
He points in front of me and I slowly rise my head up to see Chris in front of me with his eyebrow raised.
"Ah.. You good?" he says wearily, probably thinking I'm weird as shit.
I lick my lips and gulp thickly, hoping he doesn't notice the blush of embarrassment that crept on my cheeks.
"A-Ah y-yeah I'm g-good." Again with the stuttering? Really, Robyn. Get it together!
Chris stands there and looks at me expectantly making me shift uncomfortably under his gaze. Why is he still here looking at me like that?
"Uh the water." He says in an obvious tone and points at the water holders that contain the waterbottles for the team.
My cheeks flush a bright red as all I feel like doing is throwing the water bottle holder at him and run out the gym but that would make me look worse so I guess I should just give him what he asked for.
"Oh sorry!" I quickly get his bottle out and hand it to him only to have it fall of his hands because I didn't hand it to him properly, We both bend down to get it and knock our heads into each other's.
We groan and hold our heads as we stay with our knees bent. Goddammit Robyn! Why do you have such a big forehead?
I look up at him to see how close our faces are making me completely forget about the pain on my forehead and realize how my breath hitched and my heart feels as if it's about to beat out of my chest.
He looks up as I'm locked in a trance at our proximity with his hand on his head where I had knocked into him.
His eyes lock with mine for a moment and I shake my head snapping out of it.
"I'm so sorry!" I apologize immediately.
He bends down to get the water bottle as I do too, hitting our heads again. He groans rubbing his head and stands up to his full height, grabbing my shoulders, causing my body to erupt with a tingling sensation at the feel of his warm hands igniting my body.
"Listen and listen good alright?" He says shaking me, looking straight in my eyes. I gulp thickly and nod.
"I'm gonna bend down to get this god damn water bottle and you gone sit down, aight?"
I nod and look down and look down at my shoes embarrassed as he bends down to get his water bottle.
He stands up full length and opens the lid before wrapping his god given lips around the bottle.
I watch as his Adam's apple bopped up and down wanting nothing more then to place kisses all the way up to his chin and across his prominent jaw.
He finally removes the bottle from his lips and I see as a drop of water is about to fall from his bottom lip he quickly licks it all up causing my insides clenching at the sight.
He passes me the waterbottle and I snap out of my trance and take it from him before he runs off to continue his training with the team.
"Hey, Rob I think you dribbled a bit on the side of your chin," Lennie teases, trying to wipe my chin.
I slap his hand away as he snorts. The coach blows the whistle indicating it was the end of practice for the day.
"Alright boys huddle up I got something to tell ya!" the coach's voice filled the gym.
The sweaty, exhausted teenage boys huddle up around the coach and quiet down to listen to what he has to say.
"Alright, listen up boys," he licks his lips,
"this Friday we'll be versing Richmond High for our mid season game. If we beat them and then beat Bridgestone Regional College, we'll be versing Flagstaff for a spot in regionals."
"Don't sweat it coach," Chris smirks,
"we gotchu."
The boys all holler cockily knowing they'll win this game on our side. The coach chuckles, shaking his head at his team.
"Alright you cocky little shits," they laugh mid sentence, go get a drink and towel before heading to the locker rooms.
"I'll see ya at training on Wednesday." The boys all nod and walk over to me making me run for their towels and drinks so they don't bother me to hurry up.
I can't be bothered for their shit today. I gave the boys first in line their towels and drinks and finally lead up to August.
"There you go." I hand him his drink.
"Oh so you ain't gon' drop it like you dropped Breezy's?" he teases with a smirk on his face.
"Ha-ha you're hilarious."
I roll my eyes and throw his towel at his face resulting in him chuckling. Chris chuckles from behind him obviously watching the interaction with August and making me blush.
I just hope he doesn't think I dropped the bottle on purpose. I don't make eye contact with him as I hand him his stuff not wanting to find a way to embarrass myself.
"Surprise you didn't drop it this time." He giggles.
"It was an accident."
"Sure it was." he added with a smirk playing on his lips, making my insides flutter just having him look at me.
He walks away and my insides burst when I hear him mumble "cutie." under his breath. Was he talking about me? No of course not, I'm no where near cute. Amber's walking towards him so he probably meant her. But she isn't even doing anything? He obviously meant you.
"You gone give me my towel or what?" Tyga says impatiently
"Boy you better wait you impatient ass a damn minute."
I throw the towel at his face then his drink and he struggles to catch them so suddenly. He mutters things under his breath that I don't care enough to hear as he walks towards the locker rooms where all the boys are headed.
"Hey Rob.” the coach smiles at me as he walks towards me,
"I think training went alright today don't you think?"
"yeah, great." I mumble, highly uninterested in discussing today's training.
"Oh come on it's not that bad being here... Is it?" the coach chuckles.
"When I tell you that I hate people does it go through one end of your ear and come out the other?" I raise an eyebrow.
"I hate most of the people in this school so being with them after school when I can be at home doesn't sound like my kind of fun." The coach winces and pulls me in for a hug and a kiss to my forehead,
"Maybe try making a friend someti-"
"nope boy, that's a no no."
shake my head, getting out of his grip. He shakes his head and chuckles as he goes to pack the basketballs away.
The coach watches up with the guys that were last to leave the gym. Trailing behind them was Chris with his arm wrapped around Karrueche's waist as she looked up at him.
He leans down to kiss her short frame and I cringe at the sight, forcing myself to look away.
The door slams indicating that I was all alone, making me sigh in relief to be away from those peasants I'm forced to go to school with everyday.
I walk up and down the court collecting all of the basketballs and put them on my ball rack with the rest of the balls.
I leave one in my arms then start walking to the net at I bounce the ball. I stop on the 4 pointer line as I stop bouncing the ball and look up at the net with a smile. I jump and throw the ball into the net to be greeted with a swish.
I smile and grab the ball as it comes back to me. Not being able to help myself, I dribble the ball around as if I'm in a real game. I smile as I do a few tricks as if I'm tricking a real opponent.
As I throw the ball into the net getting it in without hesitation, I hear the gym doors slam behind me. My head whips around at the unknown culprit to find myself alone in the gym as the person had already left.
I shrug just thinking it's coach and grab the ball to put it with the rest of the equipment. I jog to the door and turn off the lights near it before exiting the gym to meet my aunt Jhene waiting in the car outside of this godforsaken school.
I push my glasses up higher on my nose and tighten my high ponytail as I walk alone to exit the building. I tighten the strings on my gray sweatpants then put my black fitted T-Shirt over so it covers my abdomen again.
I push the doors open to enter the schools hallway and whistle as I'm walking alone past all the lockers. I push the doors open that lead me outside into the front of the school where the empty parking lot enter my sight.
I skip down the steps and go a little slower where Jhene is sitting in the car on the phone, I hear noises making me want to gag once I realize what they are. When I'm about to turn around I decide against it when my thoughts are confirmed.
"Chris baby, let's go finish this at your house." Says a sexually frustrated Karrueche. I cringe at the sound of her moans and ignore the unpleasant filling in my stomach at the thought of them.
I speed walk to my Aunt's car since we came in hers and hop in the car immediately, thanking god it was already started. I look ahead of me and see Karrueche throw her head back as Chris kisses her neck making me stare at her with envy wishing that was me feeling pleasure from his lips being on my skin.
But hey? That'll never be me. I don't think he knows my name let alone knew I existed until we bumped heads. He probably forgot about me already. I sigh and put my head on the window in my Aunt's car, hoping to be home to continue the second last season of Supernatural. Dean Winchester is my life, aka Jensen Ackles.
