Chapter 11

Things haven't been the same since Mack told Kris she couldn't see me anymore. Its only been about a week but things are already different. The other day I needed a ride to one our select games. It was two towns over and my mom doesn't want me driving that far by myself so I asked Kris for a ride like I always do. The car ride over was fine. When we got to the gym Kris' dad got out and started walking in. I was about to get out of the car when Kris stopped me.

"Hey so Mack is here for her game." She kept looking at her hand. She wouldn't look at me.

"Okay?" I didn't like where this was going.

"And okay so you know I love you, but if she sees us walk in together she's gonna have a fit."

"Okay and?"

"Well could you wait here for a couple minutes and then walk in? You know a staggered entrance."

"Seriously? We cant even walk in together?"

"Well..." I cut her off

"Its fine. Go. I'll lock the car."

"You're the best." She smiled at me then got out of the car and raced toward the gym. What the fuck.

That has happened about three times already. Another thing is that every time we hang out she makes me promise not to post that were together on any social media because Mack might see. But whatever. She's happy right?

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"Okay ma'am tilt your head a little to the left. A little more. Perfect, now hold that position."

God I hate taking basketball pictures. Its a monumental pain in my ass. I was sitting in the locker room for 30 minutes while Sara did my hair and my makeup. That was terrible. I hate picture day, but I have to admit Kris looks pretty damn good. She never really gets too dressed up but she always goes all out for picture day. From my spot next to Sara on the bleachers I can see Kris waiting in line to take her individual pictures. Her long dirty blonde hair is falling in waves down her back. The way she did her eye makeup makes her green blue eyes stand out even more. We are all wearing our black uniforms because Kristina and Kara threw a fit saying that the white ones made them look too white. Is that even possible? I don't know. I like our black and maroon jerseys better anyways.

"Next" We always had the same photographer. He's this middle aged guy who always has us stand the same exact way. Ball at our hip. Ass popped out to one side. Hand on popped out hip with our hair in front and our knee bent ever so slightly. And if we weren't standing right he would go and physically adjust us. Asshole.

"Kris looks really pretty." Sara said while she nudged me with her elbow.

"Yeah I guess."

"What do you mean you guess? She looks hot."

"Shut up Sara." After my night with Kris I decided to tell Sara about my feelings for Kris. She just said I told you so. But she still let me talk.

"Whats up your ass?"

"I hate picture day. Its stupid."

"You just don't like getting all dressed up."

"No. I just want to play and this shit takes up all of practice time."

"You're the only person who actually wants to practice, you know that?"

"Yeah well anything is better than getting told I don't know how to stand by that guy." I just rolled my eyes and sighed while simultaneously putting my chin on my hand that was resting on my knee.

"You already took your individual pictures right?"

"Yeah why?" I side eyed her. She just gave me that stupid ass smirk.

"Come on." She said while getting up and heading back to the locker room.

No one even noticed us get up. Everyone was too busy making sure they looked perfect. The locker room was split up by three different sections of lockers. Sara led me all the way to the back where the showers were. The showers were filled with track and other sports equipment. No one ever actually used the showers. As we passed all the ones that had stuff in them we found one at the end of the tiny hall that was empty.

"Get in."

I did as I was told and she followed behind me an closed the curtain and turned around to face me with that little smirk. Before I realized what was going Sara pushed me up against the wall and pressed her lips against mine, hard. I liked where this was going. Her hands were moving all over my body. First she had one hand on my breast and the other in my hair. She went to put her hand under my shirt but my jersey was tucked in.

"Are you fucking serious?" She moaned. My jersey was long on me because I'm short and it took forever to untuck. I just laughed against her lips. When she finally got it untucked she ran her hand on my abs sliding it up to my boob. She squeezed slightly and a moan escaped my lips. Sara moved from my lips to my neck and I could feel her leaving a mark on me. I could feel her hand starting to make its way to my lower stomach and to the hem of my shorts. Before her hand could make its way under my shorts I spun us around so we switched positions. I pushed her against the wall and pressed my body against hers. I pulled back only for a second to pull off her jersey. She just looked at me with her bright brown eyes.

"You sure about this?" she asked. I answered by pressing my body against hers and kissing her. I did exactly what she did to me. I made my way down to her neck. If she could leave a mark so could I. I heard a moan from her. I'd never actually heard her moan like that before. It was so sexy. I wanted to hear it more. I tugged at her sports bra until she finally took it off. I trailed kisses from her neck down to her breast. I put my lips on her nipple and started to suck on her left boob and massaged the other with my hand. Her moans started to get louder. Were in the showers. Its all tile. Which means it echos. But I was too turned on by her to care. I slowly moved my hand from her breast down to her shorts. I slipped my hand under her shorts and started to massage her core. Her moans were getting even louder now. If she didn't shut up someone was going to hear us. I pressed my lips against hers in an effort to quiet her down. She wrapped her arms around my neck and moved her lips perfectly in sync with mine. God she was so wet. I could feel it through her panties. I moved them aside and slipped in one finger. She picked up her leg and wrapped it around my leg so Id have better access. She moaned my name against my lips. I was so turned on I could feel myself getting wetter. I moved my finger in and out slowly and I could feel her getting close. I added another finger and she moaned my name so loud I was positive someone heard us, but I don't care. As she's finishing her moans got so loud I had to put my hand over her mouth.

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When we walked out into the gym they were barely finishing individual pictures. When Kris saw me she rushed over and grabbed my arm and took me around the corner of the bleachers.

"What just happened?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I walked into the locker room. When I didn't see you on the bleachers I was wondering where you went so I walked in." Her eyes looked so much more fierce with her eyeliner. It was kind of hypnotic.

"Uh umm uhhh." I knew someone was going to hear, but why'd it have to be Kris.

"God Ave your so stupid. Your just lucky it was me and not Kara or Kristina or literally anyone else."

"Kris its fine. Why do you even care so much anyways?"

"What does that even mean? I care because your my best friend."

"You mean the best friend your not even technically supposed to be friends with? Or even talking to for that matter."

"Thats not fair." I don't know why but I was so mad. She had no right to be telling me what to do.

"Whatever you say Kris." I just walked off. I didn't feel like arguing with her. I walked back to the bleachers and grabbed my bag and walked out of the gym.