Chapter 59: Talks

Yes! Killer serve, now back to the court. Why she plays me middle back. I don't know. Yeah, I get to the ball, but it's not always a pretty up.

"Nice serve," everyone says in chorus as the ball beams over the net.

I'm ready for it to come back, but it doesn't it hits the floor and my side of the court claps their hands together saying, "Ah, A, C, E!"

I go back to serious, go back to the line. Do it again.

"Mac, that was a good serve. Keep it up and smile, kid. On this court we cheer each other on and we cheer ourselves on."

"Yes coach," I call out.

Smile, uh? Something I could never do with my own team.

Practice goes well. After working with Monty and Bokuto last night. I can almost get a handle on aiming. And the girls aren't talking about the picture and are telling everyone they know that have screenshots to delete them. They're not total dicks out to get me. They actually want me here.

I actually want to be here.

When I see Bokuto in the hall during out break I rush up to him asking, "No birdy meltdowns?"

"No birdy meltdowns," he says high fiving me, "I was actually doing pretty great today if I do say so myself. Probably because I was trying to kill Randy." He put an arm around my shoulder and we started for Athletics dining hall, "Coach had to tell me to stop aiming for the libero but then Monty told him that Randy violated the handbook. Unauthorized posting of teammates. Everyone on the team told him that that wasn't cool."

"What did you coach do?"

"Congrated me on not beating Randy's ass," he laughed a little saying, "He said that I have more emotional control then he thought. And Randy is out the first game back in season and is on clean up duty?"

"Until when?"

"Pretty much until he graduates," he shrugs.

"Dang," I sigh, thinking about how big these gyms are.

"Yeah, turns out Monty is pretty alright. When he's not staring at you," he leans in kissing me on the cheek.

"Whatever," I say pushing him back as we step into Athletics dining and step into line, "I'll work on being uglier then."

"That's impossible," He said, moving closer so no one but me could hear, "You always look good. Even with nothing on."

I breathe in deep, feeling him right on my neck as we stand in line, chatter all around us. I breathe out the words, "Bad Birdy," softly, so only he could hear. I know he heard me.

Because after we ate, we went back to his room and he locked the door, double checked it and put a chair up against the doorknob.

"Not playing?"

"The world's seen enough of you," he said come up to me, "You're all mine now."

He kisses me or maybe I kissed him. But our lips came together in a wild heat. No fear, no lesson learned from yesterday I guess.

Because our lips meet and clothing is lost and all thought is foggy until he is on top of me in nothing but underwear and his hands are all over my body with nothing but panties on and I bit my lip to hold in sound as his kisses trickle down my neck, my chest, down to my breast where his tongue moves around my hardened nipples as one hand glides it's way down with fingers settling at the base of my panties. Already, they're wet and he feels it and the dumb owl smiles with his mouth still attached to my nipple.

"Shut up."

"I wasn't talking," he says, bringing the mouth away from my breast and back towards my lips but not on my lips.

That feels like such a problem right now with my beating heart. Especially with the way his fingers curled beneath me.

"Shut up," leaves my mouth in a breathy gasp as my hands latched to the back on his neck and pulling his lips to mine, I can't take much more of this teasing.

He's loving this.

So I let my fingers move down his abs to the bulge in her briefs. He tenses for a moment, but he doesn't pull away this time.

He lets my hand wrap around his hard dick, and stroke it up and down. And his lips move from mine, his head falling into the crook of my neck. "Fuck," he moans, his body tightening up, until we both are snapped back to reality with the ringing of Bokuto's phone.

We are not actually college students. We are still high school students, far from home, with adults that want to check in on us.

He moves off of me quickly, flopping down beside me and reaching from his phone, while I feel the sudden urge to cover up.

"Shit, it's my Mom."

I get up from the bed, and reach for my clothes on the floor, "Answer it."

He does, sounding very not natural and a little out of breath, "Hey… Mom, how's it going?"

"No, we got that taken care of… yep, no problem at all…" He groans now, laying back on the bed and throwing his hand on his face. "Mom relax, we're not having sex… I'm not gonna make you a grandma any time soon."

I pulled on my bra and my shorts and sweats by the time Bokuto looked over at me, "Oh, you wanna talk to Zara?... yeah, yeah she's right here."

"What? No," I whisper, suddenly feel strange to speak to this woman knowing her son's dick was just in my hand a minute ago, but Bokuto thrust the phone at me and as politely as i can manage I say, "Hello Mrs. Bokuto."

"Zara, hey lovely. How are things going?"

"Things are going good Mrs. Bokuto," I say looking to Bokuto as he scrambles to put on his clothes, as if his Mom could see us through the phone. Thank goodness she can't see us through the phone, the woman still has a flip phone.

"Even after that whole photo scandal? My my," She let out a giggling sigh, "I see you and my son are, getting along quite a bit. Getting rather, friendly with one another, though I'm sure I taught him more self control than that."

"Mrs. B, it's not as bad as it looked the angle of the picture-"

"It's fine Z," She cuts me off, "You're young and fit and infatuated. Just, be careful how you explore that. And don't stay cooped up alone the whole time you two are there. Make some friends, with someone other than the boy who took that picture."

"Yes Mrs. B," I nod, "How are things for you?"

"Uh, tragically boring. I don't know what I'll do when you two leave for real. I'm back home now and I keep cooking way too much food."

"Well very back soon Mrs. B," I laugh.

'With no future grandchildren in the way?"

"At least not from me Mrs. Bokuto," I try to laugh off.

"Alright, good luck with the rest of your practices, have fun but not too much fun, okay? Be safe," She hangs up the phone with those words, "Be safe."

A chuckle leaves me as I hand a fully dressed Bokuto his phone back, "So everyone thinks we're having sex."

"So we might as well do it, right?" He grins.

"No."

"I mean, we've come pretty close to it," he said leaning forward and grabbing my wrist pulling me closer to him.

I lean down, kissing him gently before saying, "You are not putting your dick in me."

"If I win nationals you'll let me," he smiles.

And with a laugh I say, "Maybe if we both win."

"Sounds like a deal to me," he pulls me back to him, bringing his lips to mine. Kissing me, but when I hesitate to kiss him back he says, "I'm joking Baby Bird. This is fun. But so is just being with you, as long as I get to keep being with you, everything will be great."

"Really?" I question. My aunt's family were the only ones to make me feel like that actually wanted me around. My Mom and siblings love me, but they were wrapped up in their own loves. We didn't do much together. I could spend a whole week in my room and no one would notice. But not with Aunt Bri's family, and not with Bokuto.

"Zara," He laughs, "As hard as it is to believe, I don't really smile when I'm not at practice. School was kinda hard and home was just boring and a war zone whenever my dad was home. You switching schools made all of that better."

"I'm happy I switched school too," I tell him and he lays back on the bed.

I sit on the edge of the bed and his question creeps up uncertainty, "Hey, I was wondering… if your dad talked to you about any of the stuff going on with that picture? I mean, I sure you found out about that."

"You don't have to worry about my dad, trust me. My mom is far more dangerous," I laugh off, not really thinking about my dad. Like usual.

"No. Not that," Bokuto said, "I mean. Every time something happens, it's your uncle that talks to me and he talks like he's your dad. Protective and loving and everything. But, I know if I saw my daughter on the internet like that I would have wanted to talk to her and the boy."

I look down to the funky carpet, "I don't really like to bother him, he's an alright man just, busy. He has a wife and two young children and everything so I just stay out of the way. Then I moved and when I stopped having my scheduled visits like 3 times a year, the phone calls kinda slowed down. A lot. He doesn't really check in on things like boyfriends and school life so," I shrug, "It's just not worth a call."

"Oh," he nods, "Well at least you got lucky when you moved. You got all these great guys around, and they're all rich."

"Yeah, the rich part is nice," I nod thinking back to the OG host club, I can call anyone of them at any time and they'll have my back, "The rest is nice too."

He smiled wider now saying, "So if I ever wanted to marry you, who should I ask? Your Mom, your Dad or your Uncle Kaoru?"

"Whoa, not going there," I say, getting up from the bed and moving towards the door. I move the chair out of the way and say, "Let's go. Your Mom said we should make friends."