"Don't be," I smiled. "You did that out of the kindness of your heart. I appreciate it. That's what I love about you."
That's when the room got really silent. As I heard the words slip out of my mouth, I knew there was no way that I could take it back. It's not like I wanted to take it back, but I didn't want it to come out like this either. I thought it would come out while we were at dinner or something. Maybe I expected it to be like the movies and it would all flow perfectly. I never thought it would be like this.
"I love you." I bit the bullet. There's no point in trying to avoid it. "I love you, Simone." She was quiet but then a smile grew across her face. She leaned up and kiss me. She started to take off my clothes and then sat up to take off hers. Our bodies came together naturally. I touched and grabbed the woman that I loved, everywhere. Every curve in her body, every inch of her, every part of her, I took full advantage of.
After we had finished, she held me tightly. She hugged me close and started to drift off into sleep. Simone was never the type to say really affectionate things. Even when I did nice things for her, she tended to shy away. It made me think that the guys that she dated before me never treated her as nice. I know some guys who get with girls her size, just to have sex. I've seen it with my own eyes.
Back in high school, there was this girl named Melissa. She was big, curvy, and cute. She had these dimples that came out every time she smiled. She was in my Marine Science class. She was my lab partner. She was in love with this guy named Michael. He wasn't on the basketball team but he was on the football team. Everyone knew about him and he loved it. He fed off of the attention he got. Melissa, like Simone, was at every game cheering him on. She was his number one fan.
One day while we were trying to do our lab report, we somehow got on the subject of her and Michael.
"How long have you guys have been going out?" I asked flipping through the textbook. I found science extremely boring.
"Just for like six months now." She gushed while blushing. Her dimples were out because she was smiling so much.
"How did you guys meet?"
"In Spanish class. I was sitting across from him and the teacher paired us up. He told me I was cute and it went from there."
"Do you really like him?"
"I love him." She smiled some more and her dimples got deeper. "Why all the questions?"
"I'm just curious." I chuckled. "Besides, I'll do anything not to talk about this damn lab report."
The truth of the matter was that I knew for a fact that Michael was cheating on her. Everyone knew. When he went to his away games, he considered himself single. Even when he was here, he would be sneaking around with some other girls. I didn't think that Melissa should be played like that, but the way she talked about him, I don't think she would listen to a word I said anyway. But she did eventually find out.
One day Michael came was sitting in the football field with one of the many girls that he messed around with. It was the day before senior prom and the field was decorated with streamers and banners. Melissa was on the decorating committee and she went back out there to see if she could put out some more decorations. She asked me to come along with her because I was tall and could reach high places. When we got out there and saw Michael with the girl, my heart started beating fast. I was hoping that she didn't notice, but when I saw her making her way towards them, I knew that wasn't the case. She saw them and she was going to confront them.
"What the hell is this?" She asked as Michael pulled his lips away from the girl.
"What are you doing out here?" He asked her and I had to stop myself from laughing. Was that the best he could come out with?
"What does it matter? Who is she?" She looked at the girl. "Get out of here." She suggested to the girl, but she didn't budge. "Don't you hear me? I have something to say to my boyfriend."
"But he's my boyfriend." The girl informed her and I knew this situation was going to get worse.
"What is going on?" She asked Michael.
"That's my girl and my prom date." He said coldly. "I wasn't really your boyfriend, I just really liked the sex." He got up and took the girl with him. They just walked out and Melissa broke down in tears. I tried to get her to come to prom with me, but she declined and stayed home.
I wonder if Simone got played like Melissa did. If that was the case, it would explain why she hadn’t really been affectionate with her words. Her actions told me how she felt. She was always going above and beyond to show me that she cared for me, or maybe that she loved me. I would have to settle for that, and that’s okay.
"I love you." She whispered and then finally went to sleep.
*****
The last playoff game was a blur. Although I didn’t play in it, I helped from the sidelines. I got in everybody’s ear to make sure that they were playing their best. Aaron was in top form. He was making shots from almost halfway across the court. If any NBA scouts were looking, it would only be a matter of time before he got drafted. As the game winded down, we were leading by ten points. When we beat them, our lead was twelve points. We ran to the locker room cheering. We were going to the finals. We had made it. After all the hard work and crazy long practices, we were going to the finals. And even though I still wasn’t playing, I was still proud of my team.
On the bus ride back to campus, we were cheering and singing songs loudly and badly. The coach who used to tell us to ‘shut up’ was right by our side. It didn’t take long for us to realize how proud of us he was. He was smiling at us and he was happy with us. When we got to campus, he pulled me to the side.
“It was great to see you there during the game.” He told me with a grin.
“But I didn’t play.” I reminded him, even though I felt like I shouldn’t.
“Yes you were, you were with all the other players out there. You got in their ear and told him that they could do it. That’s shows leadership. You went from being a player to being a leader.”
“Thanks.”
“And that’s why you’re playing in the finals.”
“Really?”
“Yup. And I’ve seen that video clip.”
I closed my eyes when he mentioned it. "Oh, don't be like that." He grabbed my shoulders.
"I don't want you to be mad. It wasn't my idea."
"I know it wasn't. That girlfriend of yours... she's something special." He grinned. "But I'm not mad at it. If anything it got me to see how much you put into the game. You pour your whole self in basketball and that's what makes you a good player, but the way you go for your team, that's what makes you a good leader. Its things like that, that's what the NBA is looking for."
"Thanks."
"Get out of here." Coach jerked his head towards campus.
I went to find Simone. I started calling her on her cell trying to reach her but she wasn't picking up. She wasn't at the game because she couldn't find a way to get out there, but knowing Simone, I knew exactly where she was. I ran to her room to find her buried in fabric. Her sewing machine that I got her was going off. She was concentrating so hard that she didn't even hear me come in. I waited until the sewing machine stopped going.
"You can't answer your phone?" I asked and she jumped.
"Oh my gosh, babe, I didn't even hear you come in."
I kissed her on top of her forehead. I looked around at the usually tidy room. There was nothing but clothes everywhere.
"What is going on?" I asked.
"I launched the website so I'm having some inventory of the outfits made already." She smiled.
"Wow. Congratulations, I'm happy for you."
"Remember that sewing class you brought me to?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, the teacher is helping me get more of my clothes made. So this will be the final batch I do by hand, the rest some manufacturer is going to help get it done."
"That's great," I smiled. "I'm happy it's working out for you."
"It was all your doing. First the class and now this sewing machine."
> "I ordered it so long ago, I don't know what took it so long to get here." I shook my head.
"It doesn't matter." She laughed. "So how was the game?"
I went on to fill her in on the game.
"But you didn't play?" She scrunched up her face.
"No, but that's okay because I'm playing in the finals."
"You got this." She said confidently.
"And how do you know that?'
"Because all you talk about is basketball. One of these days when you're playing professional, I'm going to be watching you, knowing that you belong on that court."
"You are going to be right by my side."
"Down on the court with you?" She joked.
"You know what I meant. You are still going to be my girl."
The first game of finals, we lost. We were bummed but it made us play even harder. We got to the second game and we annihilated them. Then the momentum went on and we beat them in the third game. We lost the fourth game by two points in OT, but now we were home for the final game. It was nice to be at our home court. When we win, everyone is going to cheer and help us celebrate and on the .00001% chance that we lose, they’ll help us get over it.
“Here we are.” Coach paced the locker room. “The last game.” He sighed. “I am not going to get into how important this game is, you already know that. I’m just going to thank you guys for putting in the effort to get us here. You guys went from playing okay to playing like seasoned veterans. I know that some of you on this team are seniors and this is your last time playing with us, I thank you for that. I also know that some of you playing have many more years to go, but still I want you to take advantage of this moment.
“Let it sink in where we are and know that we can be here again if we all work hard. I’m not going to tell you guys to win this, I’m simply going to say … play hard. They are going to be playing hard too and you know what to do when they do that? You play even harder.” He pointed at us with his clipboard.
The game started and we went out there. Aaron and I exchanged looks. Now that I was playing again, we were back using our double team plays against the teams. They would block one of us and the other would get out and make the shot. Every time they tried to block both of us, we would just find a way out. We were not going to give up. We wanted this win badly, we needed this win badly. The stands were full and I knew that there were NBA scouts in the stands. The Coach didn't have to tell us, the announcers for the game let us know it. The camera kept panning over to them. They were a lot of them there. Tonight was our chance to get drafted.
By the time the second quarter got around, we were up by only three points. We felt tired and ragged, but we kept pushing on. I tried for another three-point shot hoping to advance the lead, but it bounced off. I didn't give up, though. When I saw one of my players rebound the ball, he passed it back to me and this time, my three-point shot when in. The crowd cheered and I slapped high fives with my team members. We were doing it. We were playing great. It got down to the final quarter and there was one minute remaining on the clock. We were down by two points. The plan was to either hit two layups, so that we could be up by two points or to hit two threes. We had to do whatever go get the win.
Aaron and I were both out of breath. We barely sat down to rest this whole game. It meant too much for the both of us.
"You got it?' I asked as I saw him breathing hard.
"Do you?" He laughed looking over at me.
"What you want to do?" We looked back out at the court. Our final timeout was almost done.
"I think we can do it back-to-back." He mentioned a play that he and I made up when we first started on the team. We never really played it with the whole team before. Right now it would be really risky to try something new, but where else would we do it?
"You sure?' I asked.
"Positive." He smiled and we went to inform the team.
The buzzer went off and it was time for the game. We had the ball and as soon as it was on the court, our play went into the action. The ball was passed over to Aaron and he sank a three. The crowd went wild. The other team had the ball and one of our best defense players stole the ball from them and passed it to me. I got the ball, made it to the hoop and sunk in a layup. We were now up by four with thirty seconds on the clock. The other team called their timeout.
Aaron and I sat down and took a deep breath. We gave each other a pound and leaned back in the chairs.
"Go B-Wood!" Simone's voice managed to get over all the other loud noise and commotion. I turned around and saw her sitting there five rows behind me. She smiled and waved, and I smiled back.
The buzzer for the timeout came back and it was the other team's ball. They tried to make a shot, but on instinct, I flew up into the air and blocked it. That's when the final buzzer went off. By the time my feet hit the ground, we were champions.
THE END
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Bonus Story 15 of 24
Immortal Souls
I walked the streets of Paris alone. Finally, I had left the glory of the wealthy streets behind me, and I now wandered wherever my feet would carry me. It had been so long, so painfully long since I had laid eyes upon my home; over a century ago. My heart shattered. I was lost in my misery when I suddenly found myself walking a dimly lit street that harbored houses of the old nineteenth-century fashion. My senses picked up a scent that I had not witnessed in many years; the smell of old pine needles and lavender.
As I drew closer, I could not believe my eyes. Somehow, after all, this time, my feet had brought me back to the old estate where I had resided as a child, along with my father and my brother, when I was mortal. The Rue Chavern. I stopped sharply and looked up at the abandoned building. Most of the estates on the street were also boarded up and lonely. I remembered the days when this old street had been thriving. So many memories in this place.
I knew that I shouldn’t enter the one place that had caused me so much turmoil in my mortal years, but a strength in me told me that I had to face that which harmed me. I may be immortal, eternal, but we too can feel anguish just as mortals feel it.
Using my senses, I found the back entrance to the Rue Chavern, boarded and untouched. The place had been abandoned for years. The wood that covered the windows was old and weathered, falling apart from age. I tore off the long board that held the back entrance shut and threw it into the jungle garden. It fell into the grass with a hiss. I entered the big house, my heart racing, my fear prominent.
What was I expecting, revisiting this place? Coming back here couldn’t turn back time could it? Why was I still grieving for a life that was lost to me over two hundred years ago? But I didn’t know if I was grieving; I didn’t know what it was that I felt.
As soon as I entered, I felt the old dusty room reach out its arms to embrace me in a welcoming gesture. It was strange that I felt so comforted stepping inside a place of death, but rather fitting. Everything remained as it had been on the last night that I had been mortal.
The downstairs was completely overrun with cobwebs that disguised the small square dining room table that had graced the kitchen once. In the distance, I could hear the faint noises of rats. It smelled old, the Rue Chavern, so very old. It smelled of musk and dust. A pleasant smell, I thought. To me, it smelled of home.
Looming in the far corner stood the shadow of the old winding staircase that led up to the bedroom. Ever so slowly I approached it, all the while my eyes fixed on the stairs as if I could not look away. I knew what I was doing to myself by even being in the vicinity, but there was no turning back for me now. Carefully, I ascended the staircase, its old, withered fragility creaking beneath my heavy boots. I reached out to caress the hand rail that was laden with thick dust and cobwebs. They clung to my hair and my face as I went higher and higher, my heart threatening to burst from out of my chest.
Then I saw the bed as I reached the top. A silent rage suddenly consumed me as I stood motionless, staring
at the bed where he and I had lain together so many times. I wanted to tear it apart, wanted to destroy and then burn it before burning the rest of the place to the ground. But I knew that I didn’t have the strength to part with such a memory. I loved this place as if I was still mortal. I would always love it. Always.
I approached the bed carefully. It was beautiful, made from dark oak wood of the finest nineteenth-century fashion. It was what would be called an antique if mortals managed to get their hands on it. I wouldn’t allow that, though. This bed was too precious a gift from my mortal lover than the cursed dark gift that he had bestowed upon me a year later. Everything was still intact. The lace curtains hung at the bedside, partly drawn in a bow-like fashion just the way he liked it. The bed itself was a mess; the blankets disturbed.
It all flooded back to me then, the night of my creation. He had made me in that bed. A shiver shot through me, cold and painful. With a shaking hand, I reached out to touch the lace, my fingers gently caressing the soft fabric. Then I turned mournfully to the bedside table. My heart sank.
I couldn’t believe it. Was it even possible for it to still be here after so many centuries had passed? But there it lay on the dusty table, next to a wax candle that had burnt to its hilt. My old journal. My mortal journal. Oh, how had I forgotten such a precious gift in my mortal years? But there it lay in all its splendor, closed and beckoning me to read the contents that I had long ago forgotten.
For a long time, I stood staring down at the little book, debating on what I should do. I was of two minds: one to walk away and leave it in the old abandoned house waiting to be discovered by mortal historians who loved nothing more than to collect artifacts, or to take it with me to London and read it in my new home. My curiosity was too strong to wait that long, I had six more hours before dawn, I had left Kyle to his own devices, and now I was finally alone.
I did what I had to do, and sat down upon my old dusty dresser chair and opened the journal that lay before me.
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