Omggg, i wrote it all out, and it was beautiful, and it deleted it! Ahhhhhhh! It was your beautiful comments that gave me the motivation to rewrite it. Also, Knicks in 4!!! I actually want the Knicks to win. They will avenge me! Yayyyy
"Let's meet tomorrow."
You reread the message about 11 times before jumping up and running to find Hailey. It was late, so you whisper-shouted to her.
"He wants to meet tomorrow! What should I say?"
Hailey grabbed your phone to read the message herself.
"It's game 7! How would you meet?"
You took back your phone and texted him.
"Omg! Im so excited, but I don't think tomorrow would work. It's Game 7 yk, I have to be there for my brother."
"Yeah, I know, love. Let's meet after the game"
You showed Hailey again and by this time you were practically jumping!
"Omg!! Im so excited to meet him!"
Hailey paused for a second and looked at you.
"What if it's a Spurs player?"
You stopped jumping and looked at her.
French. Lives in Texas. Spurs fan.
Could it be....
"Nah! No Spurs player would have the audacity to flirt with Shai's sister at this time. It's probably just some billionaire's son with a lot of time on his hands."
Hailey nodded,
"I hope so-"
A voice rang out behind you both.
"What are you guys talking about so late?"
You and Hailey froze.
"Um, just talking about tomorrow's game and stuff, babe. There's nothing to worry about! You should sleep early."
It now just clicked to how much you had hidden from Shai. You felt so guilty. You had never kept secrets from him before.
You suddenly had the feeling to tell him everything. Shai would at least send you with security if you insisted on meeting the stranger.
"Omg. I have to look at that cursed black jersey again."
He scoffed and muttered to himself.
"Ethical basketball, my ass. Imagine talking all that shit all season just to come and play like thugs. Pretentious, that's what Wemby is. Pretentious."
Hailey went to comfort her husband.
Shai pointed at you.
"You should stay away from men like that."
You nodded.
This was the worst time to tell Shai you had disobeyed him by keeping the gifts, receiving more, talking to the stranger, and now even planning on meeting him.
He was already so tense now. He would lose his mind then.
After some idle conversation, you went back to bed.
You couldn't understand why your mind started thinking of Wemby. Something about him drew you. When you watched interviews of him, he felt familiar. A sort of Deja Vu. Like you've met him before.
He was so tall. So beautiful. So smart. And such a good player. He-
You mentally slapped yourself. That was your brother's nemesis. He was a fraud. A hypocrite. And a Spur.
After a little difficulty you fell asleep.
The next morning was hectic. And your beloved nephew did not make it any easier. Finally you all were in the car heading to Paycom center.
The drive was quiet. Well, as quiet as it could be with a restless and active toddler in it.
Finally you arrived and the noise was deafening. Hailey and you sat together courtside.
"Are you nervous?"
You smiled at her.
"About which one?"
She smiled back warmly. You really did love Hailey so much.
"Both."
You just shrugged.
Before long, the game started. You dont think you had experienced anything so stressful. There was just this entity making everything so difficult. Some 7ft+ entity.
You and Hailey held hands throughout the game. OKC closed the leads, and that entity opened them again.
By the time the last buzzer sounded out. OKC was down 7. Despite the noise, everywhere went silent.
That was it.
OKC was out of the playoffs.
You wanted to cry.
Hailey and you went back to the locker rooms. OKC locker room was never quiet. Ever.
Now. A pin drop would sound like a missile. Shai sat with his head in his hands.
He had played well, he had.
But you knew better than to comfort him now. You could faintly hear the Spurs celebrating and the Western Conference MVP award being given.
Soon, all the players left for Post-Game interviews and a team meeting.
You hugged Shai before he left.
It was evil making players take interviews after losing such important games. Part of you understood why Wemby refused to attend that one time.
You sat in silence with Hailey when a message came in.
"Could we meet now?"
You were about to say it was a bad time and all, when Hailey softly nudged you.
"Go."
"Are you sure, it feels-"
"Go, Shai would be fine. Just text me ok?"
You nodded and hugged her.
The stranger texted you a location.
The locker room reserved for visiting teams.
Your heart started pounding as you moved closer to the room.
When you get there, you didn't fully go in. You peeked your head in and saw a figure tying his shoelaces. A figure too unusually tall. A figure that had ended your brother's playoff dreams.
Victor Wembanyama.
You swore your heart stopped beating.
"Are you just going to stay there. Come in."
You didn't think he had seen you. That 7ft 5 line of vision must be crazy.
You gingerly walked in and sat down on a chair he patted beside him.
He smiled at you. And. OMG. You don't think you've ever seen anything as gorgeous.
You were speechless.
"Suprise. Suprise."
"Hi Wemby."
Your voice came out smaller than intended.
"You are Wit_from_afar?"
He nodded.
You laughed a bit from shock.
"Im surprised you hadn't figured it out, to be honest."
"It crossed my mind, it just didn't think it was possible."
He laughed, and it sounded like something you should've paid to hear. Ethereal.
"My brother would never approve."
"Do you approve?"
"The internet would loose it's mind."
"What people don't know wouldn't kill them."
"Shai hates you."
"I can imagine, I just ended his championship run. I'd hate me too."
"He thinks you're pretentious because you had that whole ethical basketball speech."
He laughed hard at that.
"When in Rome, right?"
You weren't supposed to laugh at that, but you couldn't help it.
You playfully pushed his shoulder, and a charged silence suddenly overcame you.
You finally noticed how empty the locker room was. He probably chased his teammates out.
A message popped up on your phone and broke the silence.
Hailey.
"Shai is on his way back. Come back."
You looked at Wemby.
He nodded.
"I get it. You can go. We'll see soon."
You should have left. You should have. But you just had to do something. Your lips moved faster than your brain.
The kiss was soft and passionate. Sweet. He was a really good kisser. Then again. Weren't all French men?
You pulled away and smiled at him before running out.
You almost ran into Hailey.
"Wemby. Wemby. Its Wemby."
You said out of breath.
Hailey looked confused for a second before her eyes widened.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!"
You told her everything.
"So Wemby has been flirting with you while talking shit about Shai, then kicks Shai out of the playoffs and kisses you?!"
You were about to reply.
"Wemby, did what?"
And that's where I leave you with part 2!! Stay tuned for part 3. I love you allll
