Today is a very big day for me.
Today I will be deciding what college I want to commit to to further my career in basketball. This is easily one of the biggest days of my life.
I am down to my top 2 schools: USC and UConn. Michigan seemed boring, Tennessee gives me weird vibes and Stanford I was on brink about if I do say so myself.
Get it? Because Cameron Brink went to Stanford?
Yea. I'm probably the only one who gets my joke because unfortunately, nobody likes to watch women slay in the basketball world.
There was one person I wanted help from and to talk to about this one last time before I decide where I want to go. It wasn't either of my dads or any of my friends.
It was the person's room I was right in front of.
"Who is it?"
Ms. Reed should already know that it's me.
It's the end of the week and ever since Ms. Reed drove my home the other day, things have been going okay. We haven't really talked much but she has looked at me approximately 5 times since that car ride so I'd say things are going amazing.
"It's me, Jules. I need your help on a decision."
I can sense Ms. Reed is hesitating to let me in. It is lunch time after all so I'm sure all she wants to do is enjoy her lunch and forget about me for at least 5 minutes.
She opens up the door and stares down at me with the same bitch face she always has plastered on.
"Don't you have anything better to do with your time than spend it talking to me?"
I pause for a moment, about to answer but she quickly interferes.
"Fine. Only for 5 minutes though. Don't make me kick you out Oliver."
She holds the door open for me as I smirk when her back is faced towards me. It was an amazing deal because now I can stare at her ass without her knowing. It's not like she has eyes on the back of her head. If she does then oh well.
I know Ms. Reed said only 5 minutes but we both know deep down that this conversation is going to last way longer than that.
She sits down at her desk and continues to eat her Caesar salad.
What is with teachers all eating the same thing? A fucking Caesar salad. I mean like all of them eat it yet some of my teachers are still fucking fatasses.
But you didn't hear that from me.
I go to sit down in what I now like to call, my usual seat. Of course it's none other then the seat that is right in front of her desk. The desk I can get the best glimpses of her.
"So what do you want, Oliver? I quite frankly can't think of anything that you would want to be talking to me about. If it's your volleyball skills then don't worry. You're perfect."
Wow. I didn't come here to know about that but now I can feel a tear drop running down my leg.
And it didn't come from my eyes.
"I need your help with something. It's a big decision for me."
I know that she's listening but she keeps typing away on her computer and its pissing me off. Why can't she just pay attention to me for 5 minutes?!
"Can you please pay attention Ms. Reed?"
Ms. Reed sighs as she now forwards her attention to me. I'm proud of the little hint of boldness that just came out of me. I didn't know I had that kind of confidence when it came to hot older women.
"Thanks. I need your help with a college decision. I'm torn between USC, the Southern California one and UConn. Both are great places for basketball and they both have their pros and cons but I seriously don't know what one and I have to make my decision soon."
Since when did I decide Ms. Bodacious is my new therapist?
"Listen Oliver, I'm flattered you wanted to come to me to help you with a big decision like this but that's exactly why I can't help you. I don't want to be responsible for your college decision and if you hate where you go and want to transfer."
"Yea but I could always go into the transfer portal at the end of the season."
Before I even fully take it in, Ms. Reed gets up from her desk and brings one of the student desks right next to mine and she sits down.
I've never been this close to her.
I don't know whether to kiss her or run away.
It takes my body and brain a minute to register that her hands are now on top of mine. I feel frozen like Elsa. Is this real life?
"You've got some real talent, kid. No matter where you decide, you're going to be bringing a lot to the table. Do what you think is best for you."
Everything she just said went in one ear and went out the other.
I feel so stiff. I'm too scared to move a bone in my body or even breathe because I don't want her to take her hands off of mine. This was heaven and I haven't even died yet. Well mentally I have, not physically.
Sadly, she takes them off.
"I know I haven't seen you play basketball yet but I am shocked how you didn't decide to go D1 for volleyball. Did you get any offers?"
As she said that, I'm beginning to think back at our first volleyball tryouts.
"I thought you said I only had some talent. Some talent isn't enough talent to go D1."
Ms. Reed rolls her eyes as she makes her way towards her own desk. I check her out approximately 9 times in the span of 4 seconds.
Our date has sadly concluded.
"Don't instigate Jules. You know I was trying to lower your ego down. It's not rocket science for anyone to figure out how amazing at volleyball you are."
Jules?
That's a new one.
But lord have mercy I'm about to bust. There's no way this girl isn't leading me on. She is literally complimenting me and I'm actually trying my hardest not to blush.
"Thanks Ms. Reed I really appreciate that. Since you seem to be in your nice era can you tell me what activity you're teaching next week?"
It's the end of gym activities we did for the past two weeks. Thank God it was only 2 weeks this time because 1, Mr. Whoever is creepy as hell and 2, I want to do the activity Ms. Bodacious is teaching.
Ms. Reed apparently didn't like my 'nice era' compliment because she is staring me down right now.
"I'm not telling you what activity I'm teaching next week."
I stare profusely at her as my face has wonder written all over it.
"Because I know that you're going to do whatever activity I'm teaching."
I mean, she has a point.
I now realize I've spent probably longer than I should've in here. It has been way more than 5 minutes but I know that Ms. Reed likes spending time with me because if she doesn't then why didn't she say something about the time?
"Ugh whatever. And yes I got 5 D1 offers for volleyball."
Her face is blank but I feel it in my gut that she is impressed with that. There's no way she couldn't be right?
"PS, it's been more than 5 minutes. "
I'm about to open the door to leave her room but I hear her laugh slightly.
"Bye Oliver."
"Bye Ms. Reed."
Okay so yeah...
I don't know what the fuck happened today but I want it to happen everyday. This has quite literally been the best day in the 18 almost 19 years of my life.
I can feel myself cracking into Ms. Reed's shell because I have never seen her be as soft for another student as she has with me. No female or male.
There's no way that she doesn't think of me as more than a student. We didn't even talk a lot about what I actually came to her class to talk about.
But speaking of which, I took some of the little advice she gave me
She said to go to the school which I think is best for myself. I have now come to a conclusion. So tonight I will be posting my verbal commitment which is to...
UConn.
Authors Words:
I decided on Ms. Reed being my gf