Page 44 of Craved By Lust

“You know I’m sorry for yesterday,” he speaks and I bump his shoulder.

“Of course. You don’t have to keep saying it,” I chuckle, and he frowns but doesn’t say anything.

“How are you feeling? I hit you pretty hard trying to get to that bastard,” he grumbles and I shrug.

“I’m good. All better, see?” I smile bright and his eyes go wide, blinking before he stops.

“Jessica, I want to ask… that girl… or I mean guy… or whatever the hell they are… what are they to you?” he frowns, asking about Frank, and I cock my head to the side, wondering how to answer him.

“Frank is my friend.”I mean… he is…

“I’m your friend, and you don’t do any of that stuff with me,” he raises a brow, shocking me, and I laugh awkwardly, shaking my head.

“What are you talking about, Tek? You’re not my friend. You’re like family to me, my best teammate...”

“But I want to be your bo?—”

“JEEEEESSSSSIIIIIICCCCCCAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!” I hear on the side of me and turn to see a tiny fluffball of bright ass pink barreling towards me before it leaps into my arms.

“Faythe, what the heck are you doing here?!” I hug my best friend before setting her tiny five-foot-one self down. I gape at her in awe as she stands there, decked all out in her alternate Hello Kitty attire, looking like an overzealous darkskin Black barbie doll.Damn, she and Frank would get along good as hell.

“I know you didn’t think I would miss your game and a chance to see you!” She places a small hand on her hip, cheesing hard.

“I honestly didn’t even think about it. You’re getting ready to move, so I thought you would be too busy to attend,” I let her know. “But I’m so damn happy you came,” I smile, though I wish she would have gotten to witness me winning.

“Me too, it was so fun! You did amazing out there,” I snort, and Tek clears his throat.Oh shoot.

“Oh Faythe, this is my friend Tek. He’s always looking out for me at school. Tek, this is my best friend from high school, Faythe. She might dress like this, but she packs a real punch,” I joke.

“Hey! Well, you’re not wrong,” she chuckles, holding her hand out to Tek, and he shakes it.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Faythe beams before turning her attention back to me. “Well, I wish I could stay, but my dad told me I have to finish packing.” She rolls her eyes, and I frown.”

“Damn, how are you feeling?” I ask, and she pauses and shrugs.

“I’m not the happiest to be moving in the final few months of my senior year, but what can I say? I want my dad to be happy, and it’s not like you and Bebe are there anymore, so it’s all good,” she smiles, and I can tell she means it.

“Okay, I get it. I’m not going to hold you up, but thanks for coming and call me when you can so we can talk,” I hug her again but not too much since I still need a shower. However, Faythe doesn’t give a damn about none of that and pulls me into a big hug, squeezing tight.

“It was so good to see you, Jess,” she pauses and pulls back. “Oh, and I’m proud of you.” She kisses my cheek beaming, and I choke up, watching her wave and leave.

“Whoa… she’s got a lot of energy,” Tek sighs on the side of me and I chuckle.

“Oh, you don’t know half of it. She’s a real mother duck. She loves caring for and giving to the people she loves. Faythe is the sweetest, but she can be a bit much at times,” I chuckle.

“I somehow do not find that hard to believe,” he laughs and we continue on until we get to the showers. I go to walk off, but he holds me back. “Jess, tonight… do you have any plans?” I think on it and nod.

“I’m going to visit my parents while here. Why?” He searches my face then lets me go.

“Then… when we get home, no… after the big game... uhm.. if we win… how about you come over to my place? I want to tell you something important,” he stammers and I raise a brow but smile.

“And if we don’t win then, what? You’re not going to tell me?”

“Exactly,” he smirks and I chuckle.

“Okay, bet.” I hold out my hand to him and he takes it, shaking it. I walk off to my separate shower, which I’m thankful my coach fought for, and peel off my uniform and wash the weight of the loss off me… or well, at least I try to.

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