Page 266 of Lilah
"I'm happy you breathed in air and got better, why doesn't that happen to every sick person I wonder?"
He leans forward and wraps an arm around my waist pulling me to him and leaning down to my ear.
"I thinkyoucured me this morning," he bites my ear and pulls away.
I look up into the sky and I close my eyes.
"What are you doing?" he questions.
"Praying which is something you need to do," I mumble and he kisses my forehead.
I finish my prayer and open my eyes. He still stands in front of me, a baby smile on his lips.
"Are you good at this basketball thing, or what?" I question and he shrugs.
"Look at him being all humble," Oaklee walks up to us, obviously hearing our conversation.
"He played in high school. Almost went to college for it too. Kentucky, was it?" Theo calls out. Grey only rolls his eyes.
"For real?" I question. He never even told me he used to play it.
"Just 'cause I did it and was good, doesn't mean I loved it," he dismisses it. I furrow my eyebrows. If he didn't love it, what was the point of putting his time into it?
"I'm confused then."
The guys wander off, picking the basketball up again.
"I started it because I never wanted to go home," he shrugs, "I just did it to do something. I was never looking to go somewhere because of it, I never wanted to. I like what I do now better."
"Oh," I mumble.
"That's enough, c'mon," he pulls me to the 'court'.
Watch out guys, I'm the real competition. Theo throws me the ball.
"Shoot it, show us what you go," he encourages me.
"Absolutely not, I have no athletic bone in my body, not even the metal parts of me help in any way," I refer to the right side of my body.
You would think having metal plates in your body would make you cool and indestructible but in reality, it does nothing for you.
"C'mon Azalea," Linc encourages me. Why do they all have their shirts off, good lord.
"I can't even walk properly and y'all want me to-" I pause, catching sight of Grey as he stretches his arms, causing his back muscles to tense. I snap out of it forgetting what I was saying.
You know what? Who cares. Maybe I'll shoot it and make it and I'll become the next Michael Jordan. Except the girl version of him. Why don't I know any girl basketball players? Actually, I do. Her name is Azalea Delilah Carson.
I shoot the ball and it hits the orange rim thing and as I sit there watching it with my mouth slightly open, I don't have time to react when it comes back and hits me in the face.
This feels like deja vu.
"Why didn't you move out the way?" Oaklee throws his head back laughing like I can't punch him in the jugular.
I grab onto my nose and groan quietly. Can you get burnt from that thing? Because I feel like my nose is on fire. Oh my gosh, my nose is gone, isn't it?
It's on the floor somewhere.
"You watched it hit you," Theo stomps his foot, barely being able to breathe through his loud laughter all while he hangs himself around a laughing Lincoln.
