Married at 19

Chapter 6

My teammates and I were practicing for this upcoming tournament at the court as usual and

thanks for the tips from Bella, my foot got better, it was still hurt but I still can play but not too hard.

"Yo Nathan!" Henry who was gasping for air called for me.

"What's up dude?" I replied to him why giving him a fist bump.

"I just want to remind you that the tournament will be in this weekend. So you need to be prepare."

I knit one of my eyebrow. "But I thought that it will be held next week."

"Oh...that's weird. But just now Mr Goodman said that the tournament will be on this weekend." He This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

insisted.

"For real?"

He nodded for several times. "Yeah."

"But my foot still not fully recovery yet. How am I supposed to play?" I pointed to my foot that was

properly bandage by my friend, Bella.

He smiled along with a thumb up, "Don't worry Nathan. I'll cover for you!"

I scoffs, "No dude...You're a bad...I mean you're too expert, Henry...so Mr Goodman might not let

you play so hard in the game." I just made it up. The truth is...Henry is a very terrible player. But Mr

Goodman likes him so much, so he wouldn't kick him out of the team.

"Oh...that's right. So what should we do?"

"I can play...but not too hard. Or my foot will swollen again."

He patted on my shoulder, "Don't worry, Nathan. You have the teammates that can help you in the

game."

For the first time, I agreed what he has said to me. He's right...my teammates will cover it for me,

and I'll just wait for them to pass me the ball and shoot for the 3 pointers whenever I have chances.

That's my speciality.

It was 11.00 pm and I wasn’t sleepy yet. I just really missed my parents and I hope they will be fine

with their trip to New York. I grabbed my phone from my bed and called my mom but it went straight to

her voice mail.

"Hey mom...if you ever receive this voicemail, I just want to tell you that I have a tournament this

weekend. I think I can't meet you both at the airport. Sorry for that...love you both so much." I jump onto

my bed after I hung the call.

Damn, why I feel so uneasy lately? Did something bad might happen to my parents?

"Hey dope!" Seth who was on his bed opposite of mine called for me.

"Yeah...what's up hedgehog?" I answered him without looking what he is being doing at his bed.

"Are you okay, dope?" His voice suddenly turned to be so soft from usual. "You look so mess up

these days. Is there anything happen?"

Why is he suddenly concerned about me?

I sat straight on my bed and turn to face him who was looking at me with his black pearl eyes.

"Nothing...I'm fine actually." Woah...he looks so weird today. Did he accidentally eat the expired

food?

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked me, maybe noticed that I was staring at him.

"You acted so...weird now, hedgehog." Seriously, he's getting me a goose bump.

"Geez...I just only concerned about you because Sasha told me to. Not because I like you or

something!" He threw me his pillow towards me.

Nice catch!

I managed to catch the pillow by the way. "Whoa...whoa...you said Sasha is concerned about me."

I feel a sudden joy when he mentioned Sasha's name.

"Oh please...." He groaned. "She's just concerned about you, not like or even love you, dope.

She's still my girlfriend!"

I threw back the pillow back to him. "Fine...I'm sorry. Just tell her I feel so grateful of her."

He caught the pillow with one hand, in a very cool way. "Just sleep already. It's getting late now!"

"Whatever hedgehog!" I stick out my tongue to him but he just shook his head as a reply.

My parents didn’t return my calls so I assumed they must be really busy with their meeting and

conference. The tournament will start in a few more minutes and the court was full with cheers from my

campus and the other university cheerleaders’ team.

"Okay come on my youth students!" Mr Goodman clapped his hand while making us to gather

around like in a circle before gave us some tactical to won the game. "Alright do your best guys. Good

luck!"