I kicked a stray pepple on the sidewalk and groaned in frustration. Ever part of my body ached. From my head, to my thighs, arms, back and feet. Practise today was hell. Coach had decided to take things to a whole new level for the female team. One of the biggest blessings of moving down here is their sports program. It is way better than my former school. I wanted to pour ice in a tub and soak my thighs in it. That's how much it was burning. Especially the laps he had us do. It was also already late. This is the latest I've ever had to leave a basketball court in my life. It was almost 8pm. The moment I stepped out of the elevator to the hallway that led to our own apartment, I almost burst into tears. I could hear loud music booming from one of our apartment and I couldn't help praying that it shouldnt be coming from our next door neighbours. When I came to stop in front of our door and found out that the loud music was indeed coming out of our own apartment it just ramped

BELLAThe dejavu I felt waking up in a hospital bed with Luka beside me was the first thing that hit me. We have too many of these scenarios between us already. Me fainting his car and him taking me to the hospital, him staying right beside me after my kidnap and now this. He had his head on the bed beside me, and he was clasping my left hand tightly. I reached out to feel a wet piece of cloth on my forehead and a drip inserted. I felt better. Definitely not as weak as I did yesterday and the aching had subsided. I must have scared him again. Considering the fact that he was full blown frowning in sleep and his lips were slightly parted. I tried to pull my hand out of his grasp and the motions woke him up because he was getting up immediately, "what is it? Are you okay? Do I go and get someone? Do you want anything?" He asked the questions so fast like he was rapping out lyrics to a song that I barely had time to answer. "I'm fine," I croak out and notice that my throat is dry.

BELLAIt's been one week of acting like we didn't have sex. Not just once but thrice. I slipped out of his bed the next morning of that day and maybe he did get me out of his system because he had been avoiding me to the maximum. Coming back home late when I was asleep and leaving earlier or not out for breakfast when I'm going to school in the morning. He always texts me to ask if I'm feeling okay or sick everyday. In his own weird way he was still checking up on me. Today is another Sunday and here I am standing outside Luka's door like a creep because I'm not sure how he will react to me reminding him of the promise he made to go with me to a local basketball court to record some of my drills.It was also super early, I wanted us to go when the lighting was good and I wasn't too tired to get things done. I took a long drag of hair and smoothed my hair before knocking on his door. I knocked twice before trying the handle. He was sitting up with the sheets bunched around his waist

LUKAAre you okay? They are projecting their own issues and miserable lives on you, don't let them. Plus Erica is my friend and nothing more. I erased the whole message I had typed down to Bella. I shouldn't have to explain that picture. It's not my fault anyone chose to misconstrue it plus we are not in a relationship and no way she is jealous about that. Or maybe she didn't even see the whole thing anyway which is even better. Bella is not one that is glued to her phone all times and follow conversations anyway. I return the phone to my pocket and try to follow the conversation around me but barely. Should I have debunked the rumors? I am not answerable to them anyway which is why I didn't. I guess this isn't just about me, those rumors were mostly about her than me. I didn't even read through but the stuff they were saying was just downright mean. Someone had said all she got for seducing me was an unwanted pregnancy and I dumped her when I found out what a tramp she was. "S

LUKAMy thighs were burning from exhaustion, my feet were too tired to carry me at this point and my heart was beating erratically, but I kept running. The cold wind whipped around in my ear and all I could see in front of me was more space to run. When my lungs finally felt like it could burst, I stopped and grabbed the railing beside the walkway I was running on and gasped for breath. I tapped my Apple watch to see how far I've come and it was a whole lot. I'm very far from home. So what now, Luka? Did running so hard this morning do anything to quell the unease in your gut or the fear that gripped your chest every time you thought about her? Did it in anyway help you feel better from feeling like an ass through out the night for not consoling her about the stupid pregnancy rumors or even attempt to clear your head? Cause you know you're the one who is messed up. So messed up you can't just accept this and move on with someone you really want to be with.Leaving the house way