Chapter Twenty Nine
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Now when he'd said Mirabelle was just a friend, he certainly hadn't done justice in preparing me for her beauty.
She had smooth brown skin that glowed like the sun, with shoulder length curly hair that had been packed up in a very beautiful bun.
The dark blue cargo pants she had on, topped with a red winter coat was the type that'd only fit her style.
And jeez, she looked so damn beautiful.
“Hey,” her voice was sweet and inviting, the type that expressed how extroverted she probably was.
“Mirabelle, how's it going?” Austin asked once he'd closed the door, the both of them sauntering in.
“Perfect, I sense my future in the new year's gonna be perfect with this new team coming up,” she beamed with each word spoken, “which reminds me, how's your ankle treating you?”
“Healing,” he replied coolly, as they neared me.
“I guess you're gonna be back in the court soon, then,” her gaze landed on me, the already pretty smile growing wider, and believe me when I say, she certainly turned prettier with that action.
“Hey, uh…” her voice trailed off, obviously for me to fill it with an introduction.
Rising to my feet, I planned on doing that, “I—”
“This is Kim Stans,” Austin beat me to it, his eyes staying expressionless as always, “and Kim, this is Mirabelle as you already know to be a friend.”
I couldn't help but notice how he didn't introduce who I was to her, which only left me with a pinch of irritation, because yeah, this girl needed to know he was taken before thinking she's got a chance on him.
Not that we were a real couple or anything, but still, I couldn't have him cheating when we were together.
And it certainly had nothing to do with the pinch of what I would not admit to be jealousy that sprouted in me.
“Hey Kim, happy new month,” she greeted, her tone coming out like we were long known friends, “you must be a close friend of his to be getting jerseys for free,”
“Oh, yeah I guess,”
I hadn't noticed the bag she was holding till it was outstretched for Austin to collect, “here's the jersey,”
Once he collected it, she shrugged herself off the coat, revealing a dark blue button down shirt that hugged her curves, “you think I can get a glass of water, my throat's dry,”
“Help yourself,” his tone held the expression of ‘I couldn't care less’ in it, but she seemed used to the interaction because she just glided towards the kitchen, disappearing out of sight.
I couldn't help the feeling that hit me at the thought of their possible closeness.
Why didn't he ask her to be his girlfriend and avoid inviting me into such a frustrating life of his.
An irritated huff left me, though I couldn't quite point out the reason for such.
“Something wrong?” He asked, not sounding like he cared to know.
“No,”
He eyed me suspiciously, and for a split second, I thought he was going to pester on that, but instead, he stretched the hand that held the bag.
“Change into this and meet me by the back of the house afterwards,”
“Where do I change?” I took the bag from him, wondering how I agreed to this.
Play basketball? More like embarrass myself.
What was I thinking when I allowed him to talk me into this?
“Here,” he directed to a door, then walked past me, our shoulders brushing a little while the scent of his cologne washed past me, sending me a feeling of warmth.
He might be rude, but that didn't mean he didn't smell super good, also in the type of way that was totally attractive.
Stop all this thinking girl. Enough of acting like a novel character.
You've written way too many books, your mind ain't sure of what it's doing any longer.
After gaining myself back to reality, my feet shambled towards the door, which I opened and closed once in.
It was an empty space. Like literally filled with nothing at all. The white painting made it look brighter than it normally should, especially with the lack of window and all.
What was this room? What a weirdo he was.
Realizing his choice of space sense was none of my business, I released myself off the gown, feeling a little too naked (though I was dressed in black bra and underwear) in the empty space surrounding me.
Quickly, I retrieved the sport cloth, throwing the jersey on, followed by the shorts, then put on the socks and shoes that laid in it.
Burying my gown in the bag, I opened the door, closing it once out.
As I took slow steps towards the door I assumed to lead to the back of the house, I couldn't help but wonder how she'd gotten my size perfectly.
Weird.
Finally, I opened the door, pushing it closed behind me.
My jaw dropped at the beauty of the back of his house.
No, more like a basketball court (I would assume).
The floor was beautifully floored, with two nets at each end.
It was obviously a place for a basketball player so I shouldn't be surprised, but like, I mean this was my first time seeing something about basketball so I was certainly awed.
Sadly it was short lived when my gaze caught sight of Austin with Mirabelle who had a plate filled with perfectly cut fruits, the both chatting like couples rather than just friends.
What the heck was her deal?
Again, that emotion aroused in me, bringing irritation as an accompaniment with it.
She laughed at something he'd said, playfully smacking his shoulder which led to him— smiling?
What the f**k! He never smiled in front of me.
Never!!!!
And he just smiled in front of her!
Her!!!
With the anger boiling in me, I stomped towards their direction, stopping beside him, my small presence demanding attention.
Their confused gazes landed on me.
Certainly not thinking straight, I blurted out, “get your hands off my boyfriend,” then watched her eyes grow wide.
Yep, my boyfriend.
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