Chapter10 Playful Game
1012 Words
"Can you f*****g explain to me why you did that s**t?" Bryan yelled angrily, immediately they both stepped inside their suite.
"How can you call that sh!ts? It's not my fault you don't know how to play it," Megan said the last sentence with some attitude as she took up her heels, her feet were hurting.
"Listen here, young lady," he readjusted his stance and gazed down at her, "In as much you're still my wife, you should learn not to be involved in some cheap things,"
'Cheap things' she gazed at him contemptuously.
"Cheap things," she repeated, "I know you have an issue with me, just a simple compliment will not remove a hair out of your body,"
"You can't just be seen roaming around as long as you are still in that position of being my wife, let's this be the first and the very last time you will ever walk out on me like that,"
"I thought you were talking about the piano,"
" Listen, this is just a trip to boost my company, and not for any fun, all you have to do is just fvcking act like you've been told!" He snapped.
"I get it. I will continue to act but that doesn't mean we should be enemies, right?" She said in a much softer tone.
"Your point?"
"My point is, you don't have to be disrespectful and rude at all.."
"With the time we will be spending here, you should never leave my sight without my consent and be obedient!" He went into the bathroom and slammed the door loudly.
Just a piano.
She face-palmed herself, this is a bitter moon, not a honeymoon.
She went to the couch to sit down. She has been making some advances for their relationship to work out, he was just being grumpy.
Bryan stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in casual home wear. His hair was wet as the water trickled down his face. Megan entered the bathroom to clean up as well.
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
In a small antique room, a young guy in a basketball uniform was reorganizing the shabby room. When he was done, he picked up his basketball at the corner of the room before leaving the room.
Atlas got to the sitting room, greeted his parents, and informed them that he was going to the basketball court. He began to leave the room when his mother's voice stopped him.
"Have you heard from your sister?" Charlotte asked her son as she carried the fruits in her hand to the center table.
"She promised to call me back but she hasn't," he said with a sullen expression. He wasn't aware of the cause of the impromptu wedding.
Charlotte nodded, "I tried calling her today but it was not reachable. I guess I'll try to call her again,"
Atlas nodded and left the house. He hopped on his bicycle and rode it to the basketball court. With his height advantage, he loved basketball very much.
From the moment he picked up a ball, he knew it was his passion. He spent hours practicing, dreaming of one day becoming a famous player. He worked hard and never gave up, even when he faced challenges along the way. Though he hasn't become famous yet, he did find a love for the game that would last a lifetime.
He arrived at the basketball court, his bicycle leaning against the fence. The court, usually bustling with players, was deserted today, granting him the solitude he needed for an intense practice session. He could feel the weight of the basketball in his hands, the familiar texture of the court under his sneakers.
Following his coach's instructions, Atlas began to practice with unwavering determination. He executed precision dribbles, perfected his jump shots, and practiced layups, each movement executed with finesse.
The repetitive thump of the ball against the court echoed in the empty space, creating a soothing rhythm.
As the sun began to cast long shadows across the court, Atlas's practice session came to a close. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, a testament to the effort he had put in. He caught his breath, basking in the sense of accomplishment. Just as he was about to take a break, a soft voice disrupted his solitude.
Atlas turned to see a girl standing at the edge of the court. She held out a bottle of water, a warm smile gracing her lips. Her eyes sparkled with admiration as she looked at Atlas, making his heart skip a beat.
She had on a pair of jeans that fit her perfectly, and a plain white tank top, she paired the look with a denim jacket and a pair of sneakers. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she had on minimal makeup.
"Great game," she said, her voice as refreshing as the water she offered.
Atlas, momentarily caught off guard, managed a grateful smile.
"Thank you. I'm Atlas." He introduced.
"I know," she replied, her smile widening.
"I've seen you play here before. You're incredible."
Atlas blushed at the unexpected praise. "I appreciate that. What's your name?"
She introduced herself as Amelia, and the conversation flowed effortlessly between them. They talked about their shared love for basketball, their favorite players, and the passion they both had for the game.
Atlas was captivated by her friendly demeanor and genuine interest in his passion. Sitting down on the bleachers, they continued to chat about life, dreams, and everything in between. The bond between them grew stronger with each passing moment, as if they had known each other for years.
The setting sun bathed the court in a warm, golden light, creating a magical atmosphere. As they eventually bid each other goodbye, Atlas couldn't shake the sense of anticipation and excitement that had welled up within him.
The basketball court had always been his haven, but now it held a different kind of allure, one that hinted at the possibility of a new connection and, just maybe, a secret admirer who had made his day unforgettable.
- Writer
