02] Let's forget about it

would be there with my drawings and instructions to help them. Realizing that that was what they truly needed, they let me go. 

I was suddenly thankful for that decision as I lay down on the bed that Monday morning. Basketball practice was at 7:00 this morning and I was very appreciative that I would not get to see him after that embarrassing moment. 

My phone rang suddenly and I stood up to look at the phone screen. I smiled inwardly when I saw my best friend's name on the screen. Chinaza Obi was the best person that I had ever met. She knew everything about me- including my sexuality and she was the main reason why I accepted Gavin's request to make me his boyfriend. 

She rooted for him so I accepted. How would she feel if she found that he was a prick? 

"Hey baby," She croaked and I sat up suddenly, already feeling worried at her voice.

"Hey cupcake," I answered, calling her the nickname I chose for her. 

"I'm sick. I can't make it to the basketball practice today, can you go? Please?"

My heart dropped. 

"I know, I know you can't manage Khalil. But please, please, please go. I'll be in school tomorrow."

"Tomorrow!? I should spend this whole terrifying Monday without you?" I asked, dramatically, wanting to pass out.

"Geez, quit being so dramatic. I'll be fine. Oops, my mum is coming, I gotta go. Love you, bye!" 

The line went dead and at that moment, I felt like joining the line.

***

My skin pricked as my fingers jammed into my flesh. The sound of a familiar basketball hitting the ground kept ringing in my head as I walked to the court that I had been trying to avoid like a plague. 

I breathed hard as sweat trickled down the back of my head in the middle of November. Finally, my shaky hands opened the door and I walked in, sporting my usual dead and emotionless look as my Nike kicks hit the ground softly. 

"Coach!" Two guys screamed as they ran down the court and I smiled at them, feeling warm a little. They both hugged me sidedly and I shook their hands with a smile. As I walked back to the front with them, I frowned when I saw him.

He was smirking at me as sweat trickled down his jersey. The other boys seemed to be listening to him as his mouth mumbled something. I almost slapped myself when I stared at his lips. 

"Hello, Mr. Daniels!" He shouted and the others smiled as he bowed down at me playfully. My mouth couldn't help but curl up in its usual disgust as I glared at him. 

"I'm just here for today," I gulped and looked away as I saw the sad look on some of their faces, "I'm here because Naza is sick."

Some grumbled sadly while the others uttered 'Thank God' softly. 

"That girl was a prison warder! Let her heal Kezie, just stay with us for this week! Come on!" Someone shouted and the others shouted, saying the same thing.

Khalil just mysteriously looked at me making me feel uneasy but jerked suddenly as his assistant coach and best friend, Manuel, placed his hand on his shoulder heavily.

"Don't worry, this one will behave," He said, and Khalil rolled his eyes and removed his hands quickly. I pondered on the thought as I bit my lip, a habit I had become used to. 

Looking back at Khalil, he was still gazing at me, but this time, his eyes were on my lips. I felt hot all of a sudden as I looked away entirely.

"Sure."

They all jumped apart from him, shaking their hands in victory and it made me laugh within. Was Naza that mean? 

Khalil nodded at me discreetly and bounced the ball on the ground, "Alright, let's play then." 

What have I done?

I was exhausted.

There was a lot of bouncing during practice and I was sad that it wasn't my ass. It was like the players were on steroids with bulging muscles and gleaming sweaty bodies. 

I breathed out as I jingled the locker room keys in my hands to remind them about hurrying up. 

They all grumbled and increased their pace, except Khalil who wasn't even among them. I sighed to myself, knowing that deep down, all I wanted was to be in the room alone. Don't get me wrong, my school's shower and locker room were amazingly equipped. 

"Where's Khalil?" I asked finally and they all looked at me confused. I bet it was because I was asking about the whereabouts of my supposed arch enemy. 

"He uh, went to submit his homework to that Kiera girl before she submits to the teacher," Someone answered me slowly taking out his bag from the locker and shutting it loudly. With that, he waved at me as he walked out. 

I waved back with a sigh as the rest left and high-fived me in the process, leaving me alone. Why had he gone without changing into his uniform? 

He probably knew how good-looking he was in it and would have loved to get the whole school's female population to drool. Bastard.

His body isn't even that good, I thought as I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it into a random locker. I sighed to myself as I removed my shorts, doing the same before entering one of the showers. 

As soon as I did, my eyes shifted to the hickey that someone had created. I groaned as the hot water hit my skin, making me shudder in its warmth. 

I had let that body touch mine. In a sinful way. 

I rubbed the soap on my skin silently, enjoying the safety of the shower. However, that soon stopped when I heard the door open. 

I paused like I had been caught stealing an old woman's apples as my heart dropped. Who could that be? 

My senses were heightened as I shuddered, hoping that one of the team members had forgotten their stuff.

"Did you forget something?" I asked loudly and the footsteps neared the shower side. I frowned, "It's okay, just take what you want and go!" I shouted with my eyes closed, because of the soap that was already rinsing off. 

"What if what I want is in front of me?" 

I paused as the familiar voice slammed into my brain. 

With that, I hurriedly rinsed my face and opened my eyes, almost fainting when I saw his devilishly handsome face with a smirk on it. 

With immediate reflex, my hand flew to my dick, covering it as I moved backward in anger and surprise. The cold shower rod in my hands made me shiver due to the hot water it had been bringing. He chuckled to himself, in the same beautiful way, happy about my reaction. 

"What's wrong with you? I've seen all of that already. My lips have been there before," He dragged and I almost died as he came nearer. What was this? I mean I knew that I was gay, but not him. 

"What do you want Khalil?" I asked and he shook his head, grabbing the shower out of my hands and putting it on himself instead. 

He smiled as his curls melted on his head and his pink lips parted, due to the rush of the water before he continued talking, "You." 

"Can't be me. Just leave, okay? Isn't one night enough for you?" I rambled and paused when I realized the crap I was spitting. I just admitted that we had sex. Something that I didn't even want to accept myself. 

He grinned mischievously and bit his lips unconsciously as he looked away like he was checking around or something. The action made me roll my eyes. He knew how plump and seductive they were. 

"Truthfully no. It's not. I want more, with you sober this time, and not drunk over some prick named Gavin."

"You hate me! And how do you even know Gavin?" 

"He's the reason you got drunk, you made that very clear that night," He looked irritated which made me confused. 

I must've said a lot of stupid things. 

"What else did I say?" I asked with my heart beating rapidly and he shook his head.

"I'll tell you a bit of what you said, anytime you kiss me."

"No."

"Your loss," He laughed and returned the shower to me. My family was going through a lot, and there were some things that I didn't want anyone to know. I need to know if I told him.

My eyes moved down to his waist as I also realized that he was wearing briefs, but that didn't mean that I couldn't see it.

And, I do not know how that thing could fit in me that night. 

"Wait, Khalil-" I said holding his right hand, and shivers sprouted up my arms which made me ask myself if I was the only one who felt it.