Chapter 5

Twists in Friendship.

The fountain of the beer is flowing. All the guys and the girls are surrounded around the paradise of drunkers where there is lot of beer, wine and scotch that one would long to have.

I on the other hand am sulking to the very reason I was here. I never wanted to. I already had a pathetic day but this is all because of Jack who believes that entering into a girls coochie is the answer to all the problems, it's a stress buster, only if I was a womanizer like him. I just couldn't.

After unsuccessful attempts by almost half the dozen of girls I finally rested myself in one corner of the room amidst darkness with a mug of beer in my hand which I do not intend to drink. Though getting wasted and forgetting is a better idea for today but still I did not consider it. This is what continuous hitting by girls do to me. I get amused at the ways the girls hit on me; some try with their popping boobs and by brushing their nude body to mine, others using the fluttering of their eyelashes, most hilarious one being "Oh you are a basket ball player. Can you teach me to dribble the balls please?" I mean what's wrong with the girls. Is this the only reason they think they can make up with a guy. Only the lower body is needed, let the upper head go to hell. I mean I can go with a girl in the night and then in the morning what do I do.. Suck with the brainless creature. Wish I was not that richie rich that girls would like a try on me. Yes I know despite my good image in sports why girls prefer me over hot, handsome and hulk Ron or sturdy and tanned Masie is the huge bank balance that I inherit from my dad. Only if they like me for the kind of person I am and not the kind of diner I can provide to them on weekends.

After ever couple of drink a girl starts drooling over the brands I wear and the amount that I'd have to pay for it. Or their second piece of conversation would be how they'd make me forget Caira in the bed. As if it mattered? Why would I compare any of my girls to my ex? Silly silly girls.

I go to the kitchen to sort something to eat. I was hungry like hell and anything edible was welcoming at the moment. I spotted Cassie there. Somehow she seems to grab my liking and I am kind of relieved to get a company for the evening as Jack seems to be busy hitting on a blonde whom he just took upstairs in one of the rooms in Ron's house. He's going to take a night time as this is what he plans on getting some physical fun for himself. He otherwise is a carefree and careless person contented to what he has. He neither does try to create artificial looks for him to attract girls and be popular. He likes to be himself and that is why I like his companionship, leaving his untidiness aside.

"Hi Dav. You looking alone tonight" Cassie asked, her long nails perfectly manicured to a natural tone contemplating the nude colored middy that she wore. She looked sensuous in her knee length tight outfit having a cleavage that was far more attractive, not being cheap. Her hair were neatly dressed falling to her shoulders looking perfectly beautiful, nothing overdone.

"Not any more. I think I got a company now." I said easily.

"Well some one is getting a bit confident about girls." She smirked.

I liked her boldness, "Confidence always works. Tell me if it didn't with you."

"Yeah with me..." she gave a thinking gesture as she scratched her chin with her long nails "It worked too."

"But mind it your confidence won't help you in bed too." She stated calmly.

Though I was least interested in sleeping with her. Not that I don't like $ex but I think this is too early to sleep with a girl. I mean this was our second practical meet. Before that I only knew her as Ron's ex.

I still asked "why am I rumored to be that bad in bed?" faking shock horror.

"No! No! It's just that I have girls best days so I am no good for the bed" she said comfortably.

"I like your bold attitude." I complimented her.

"Then I can add I like your compliment." She said sitting close to me like old age friends. Neither did I mind that.

We had a long chat and after that I realized how easygoing she was, down to earth and easy to talk too.

She also shared why she preferred to spend her nights partying other than at home because her newly wed parents were baby sitting her new born brother who cried out of sleep for the whole night. The way she told the entire thing as if she did not bother about it made me like her even more.

We even shared our contact numbers and were supposed to meet more often. She even appreciated the fact that I took her number for purpose other than getting some bed time fun.

The uneventful night ended keeping me light headed and fresh in the morning where another challenge awaited me to try and convince the teacher to take a retest of the assessment I had missed yesterday.

I did travel to and fro from principal's office to the staff room to the level coordinator writing various apology letters and application forms finally settling the test scheduled to the day of our big match. I however took it without any argument  as further asking for a favor would do me no good as I had  twice in a day pissed off the level coordinator who was already having a tough time with his gay boyfriend who might have fought for him as he found out that he ditched him for another guy from their social group. Another male's voice interrupting behind the speaker of his phone only worsened the matter for him. I did not know whether to chuckle at his situation or feel sorry for him. But yes I was the one who was suffering because of his real life melodrama.

I rushed to my classroom after that wondering how to help myself as I need to be prepared for the test thing before the match.

Shyna's pov

He was wandering from one hall to another stressed as hell for he was moving his fingers on his hair again and again messing them but still looking hot like a Christmas cake from the oven.

OMG! Did I call him hot? What the heaven's sake is wrong with me. This guy is really affecting me bad. I am feeling worried about him. Is that ever possible? You meet a guy, get violent with him, even hurt him such that he bleeds, then help him out with sports psychology and now I want to know what his F##king problem is that he is roaming around the corridors all alone.

He being a jock of the college is never alone and always surrounded by girls or his peer players.

I thought of going to him and offering him help but couldn't. I have never communicated in the college with any of the students then why make an exception.......

I did not want to go towards him but my feet were not responding to the waves sent by my brain and were heading towards him. When I reached him he wasn't shocked but was looking in direction other than me. He didn't realize I was in front of him. His bright face turned into grimace and then into an expression of disgust. I turned to the direction where his eyes rested and only then I realized that he was disturbed with the scene in front of him where his ex was making out cockily with his team mate.

"Try to make her jealous. You'll feel better" I whispered in his ears in a way that only he could hear and nobody could notice that we two communicated. I then walked away.

My palms all of a sudden felt warm when set of five fingers interlocked in mine.

With fast beating heart I lifted my face to look at those grey eyes staring back at me. Suddenly I felt conscious but the warmth of his touch let me stay on the ground.

I otherwise would have attacked the person who'd lay a finger at me. I think I need to take a grip. I need more sessions of workouts.

"Why did you come to me?" he asked so humbly that it reached my heart.

"I don't know." I spat back.

"Can you help me?" he asked and then nodded to himself as if that it was stupid to ask for it in the first place.

"I can try." I affirmed.

"I have my test day after and I don't know how to balance between my match and my test." He paused waiting for me as if I am an angel sent only to solve his problems.

"Hand me the book. And collect the notes tomorrow." I offered.

"I knew it! I knew it!" he exclaimed excitedly "Here's the book and I'll come to your house tomorrow to pick my notes. Chapter 12th"

"Ahmm... not my house, computer room same time." I curtly spoke not wanting any intruders in my house. Especially not him. I feel so helpless when he is around or I feel stronger... never mind.

Chapter 12. Though it wasn't my subject but I knew I could do it. I can read any thing and everything that is academic and can even turn them into short easy notes so that he need to least study and still score well.

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He lunged at me but I pounced back jumping high on both my feet hitting him on his stomach with them.

He stood back kicking me back with his leg attacking on my face. I protect myself crossing my arms and then skidding on the floor bending on my one knee and stretching the other leg hitting him on his calves.

He surely was hurt but quickly he punched me on my nose hitting it to bleed.

Though I backed off limiting the impact but I lost my balance about to fall when he attacked me again with a punch on my stomach.

As his fist was about to touch my abdomen being inches away, I bent on my toes, bending half on my back stretching outwards making his fist fly in the air.

He now lifted his leg to kick me on my head.

I held his foot tight using all the strength in me to make him turn around and now on the floor.

The fits of laughter were now echoing in my head. I remember the same pain, same abuse and I start kicking him again and again

Till he stands on his feet and holds both my hands.

"Very good! Whoa! So you outperform your coach." he appreciated patting me on my shoulders and bringing me back to the reality.

I picked my bottle of water and poured it on my head.

The voices were mute. Pictures running in my head now went blank. The cold water did not freeze me because my body was already hot because of my workout.

I feel strong now, better than my pathetic self who was brutally kept and raped again and again.

Davidson's pov

"Hey Cassie." I greeted her and leaned on to her for a peck. And as I saw Caira approaching towards our group where even Steve was seated chatting and muttering random jokes about how naughty girls get on bed making me uncomfortable as I knew most of the things that he referred to were about Caira and me being close to her for a long time had some kind of respect and love for, yeah love like a friend could love another but the feelings were not that strong. That might be one of the reasons that I let her go without a second word.

I rubbed my hands on Cassie's back and then pulling her for a kiss. I was only about to give her a peck on her lips kind of brushing hers and mine together but instead Cassie pulled me giving me a  long and sensual one making me unstable on my feet. She indeed was a good kisser and after a long time since I had a break up I got one so I liked it. Hell like it. I loved it.

As soon as her lips left mine, my eyes shifted to Caira and I did see what I wanted to. She composed herself shrugging in her mind feeling jealous. I knew she felt jealous as she would normally grind her teeth and then play with her fingers clicking her nails together whenever a female fan of mine would come too close to me for her liking during the days we were together as couples.

She now went to Steve and maintained her normal distance, not licking him like she usually used to do whenever I was around kind of trying to tease me. She stayed with the group after that chatting and laughing but never again did she show off her making out in front of me after that. The ugly duc.. Nay whoever she is was right. I thought to myself.

Cassie however tried to be close and tried her best to sneak out in personal with me but I rather maintained a distance. I did like her but yet I did not want to give her wrong clues. I actually was feeling guilty of using her to make Caira jealous.

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I sprint to the courts, today is the special day; big day for me as I want to be in the good eye of the selectors as I needthis selection. It will add a new dimension to my game. I'll be a step ahead to my dream come true. My dream to be a number one player of the world.

Well to be honest I am equally thrilled and equally excited to see her. I avert towards the bleachers and hunt for the face I am dying to see. Caira is looking as stunning as ever. But what surprises me is Cassie dressed in the cheerleader outfit standing in the bleacher and waving frantically towards me. What could have been better to start the day.

I clarified and even apologised Cassiefor using her against Cairalater that day. She immediately understood and we were good after that. She said she'll always be there  as a friend for me and there she stands proving her word. I like her as an individual.

But still my eyes hunt for the face I am longing to see. The one sitting behind the cheerleaders hiding herself from the rest of the crowd. I am desperately longing to meet. She is not come yet. I want to go to her to thank her for the wonderful work that she had done sending the notes through someone in my class and I did not see her after that. I wanted to. I even tried but with the test and the practise thing I was too busy to locate her in the classrooms, knocking at her door was a bit too much.

She hasn't arrived as yet so I focus on my warm ups and game strategies.

The match was about to begin and my eyes raked the same ugly face, no longer ugly for me because I had developed a bond for her.

I recall in my brain and press my fist to my heart counting reverse 5 to 1. Yeah in reverse I still do not understand why? But yes I did.

The match begun and our team was outperforming our opponents scoring 22 baskets to none. I haven't had a chance to show my skills. Most of the points were scored by Ron and Steve.

When I had a chance with the ball I was knocked by Steve, whether it was an accident or on purpose I couldn't make it. But yes I was decfocused and my eyes as a reflex went to the bleachers and she was there with stressed face. I loved to see her there. I wanted to see her there.

She took her hand close to her heart and closed her eyes and murmured in her mouth counting 5,4,3,2,1 and I imitated her instantly. Next my hands dribbled the ball on its own and when I was at the three point position all I could see was basket and it was clean. I won the point. It happened over and over and when it was my 50 th point highest in the history of the courts by a single player and there were last 10 seconds left in the clock for the game to finish.

 I was in a dilemma or doubt whether I'd be able to make it or not. Then again I shifted my gaze towards the girl behind the beautiful cheerleaders and she nodded in anticipation touching her heart and I counted the numbers agAin and when I opened my eyes I was alone in the stadium the crowd were gone. The commentary muted. All that was existing was me and the basket and the ball.  And I scored the basket. Rest was history being made in the courts and I was lifted in the air.

All I wanted to do then was to reach upto my angel and give her a lift in the air dance.

When I was put on the ground I ignored that my coach was calling, selectors were heading towards me and the camera men were wildly following me to take my pictures, instead I headed towards the bleachers and looked for her. The cheerleaders had dispersed, the crowd were shaking hands with me with each and everybody congratulating me. I was lost looking for the girl with a file and assignment sheets scribbling about the game. I also want to know what has she scribbled about the t shirt number 10 this time and a smile crept to my face immediately thinking about the same and next all the entire block was empty. Only there were people around me asking for autograph. Well I did feel it was too early for that. I mean its just level one of the tournaments and I have a huge way to go till I actually deserve to give an autograph. Anyways I enjoy the moment as it goes a huge way in boosting my confidence.

The face I am looking for is still missing. I think of possibilities.

Did she ever come?

Yes she was very mu ch there. I saw her a lot of times to be mistaken.

Did she leave early?

she never does. She is the last one to leave. She hates to be stuck in crowd.

Is she avoiding me?

But she was there to support me all the while.

Wait ! Wait! Wait! Why the f##king hell am I thinking so much........

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