Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ All Star Dreams (Ver. 3) ❯ Chapter Thirty Three ( Chapter 33 )
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By: bekka_mouri_hibiki 
Robert and Betty decide to go out. Branslav tells Daniel what he heard.
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Robert and Betty decide to go out. Branslav tells Daniel what he heard.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sports / Romance / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.29.2009 | Pages: 12 | Words: 5.0K | Visits: 165 | Status: Completed
All-Star Dreams: Chapter Thirty Three
By Bekka Mouri-Hibiki
© 2007 Bekka Mouri-Hibiki
Betty startled, a hand on her exposed stomach and lips on hers bringing her out of her slumber. She gasped against the lips then started to return the kiss. The lips pulled away after a long moment and Robert whispered, “ Hey sweetie. "
“ Hey to you too, “ She murmured. “ What time is it? “
“ One, “ Robert replied. He stared at her sleeping for about ten minutes before he could no longer resist the urge to take her beautiful lips in his. He had busied himself for a few hours to let her rest before being drawn back to her side.
“ Oh, “ Betty sighed. “ I guess it's time for me to get up then. “
“ Yeah, “ Robert sighed. “ I have to wake you every three hours until you go back to the doctor . “
“ Yeah, I know. What a pain, “ Betty sighed. She shifted a little so she could look at him better. “ So what did you do today? “
Robert looked towards the door, “ I'm getting tired of being cooped up inside so I went for a walk. I figured we could go out and do something if you're tired of laying around doing nothing. “
“ Like what? “ Betty furrowed her brow.
Robert had been thinking about it before he woke Betty and smiled a little, “ I was thinking about just going and hanging out somewhere after we eat lunch. You know, do whatever strikes our fancy. I want to spend as much time with you as I can before I have to head home. “
Betty smiled, “ That sounds good. Then what will we do when we get back here? “
He hooked a finger under her chin, “ I'll let your mind play with that for a little while. "
“ Oh my, “ Betty blushed.
“ Come here, “ He muttered as he slid his hand around her waist and urged her to move onto her side after he slid his hand under her camisole. Once she was on her side, he pulled closer to her so they were both on the pillows. He slid his hands to her back and ran his fingers along her spine as he took her lips in his again. He pressed against her a little more when she shyly slid her arms around his waist as she returned his slow languid kiss.
The kiss lasted quite a few moments before he pulled away and kissed her forehead. He smiled when she cuddled closer, kissing his shoulder before hooking her chin over it. He kissed the side of her head and sighed. “ I could stay like this all day, “ He murmured.
“ Me too, “ Betty replied. A grumbling noise made her take a sharp breath and she pulled away, looking a little embarrassed as she glanced towards her stomach.
Robert couldn't help but chuckle at it. “ I think we'd better take care of that. “
“ I think so too, “ Betty muttered. It was her turn to laugh when Robert's stomach growled. She smiled, “ Well then. “
Robert smirked, “ Uh yeah. I'd think it would be safe to say I'm a wee bit hungry too. “
“ Yeah. I think so, “ Betty said as Robert pulled away. She watched him get out of the bed and walk over to her crutches. He came back to the bed with one of them, setting it down for her.
“ My lady, “ He gave a slight bow.
Betty smiled at that as she reached for the crutch, “ You're so silly. “
“ Thank you, “ Robert smirked. “ What do you want for lunch? “
“ Whatever you want, “ Betty said as she lifted herself up. " I can fix anything. "
Robert shook his head, " No. You cooked this morning. I'll take care of it. "
Betty smiled, " That's so sweet. "
" Not as sweet as you, " Robert smiled as he hooked a finger under her chin. He kissed her lightly then pulled away. He looked towards the door then at her, " After you. "
**
“ Dude, you're sure? “ Daniel whispered. Branslav had pulled him out after practice and took him to a fast food restaurant. They were huddled up in a corner booth and hiding the best two tall men could, completely ignoring the food they had bought.
“ It's the only answer I can come up with, “ Branslav ran a hand through his hair. “ Martin must have fixed the final game last year so we could win it. “
Daniel put a hand on his chin and thought about it. “ Well, everyone complained we won it on free throws and ticky-tacky fouls. Even some of OUR fans complained about that. “
“ The referees did seem like they were taking their jobs too seriously, “ Branslav said. " It seemed like there was a whistle on every play. "
Daniel sat back, “ This is big shit man. If that is really it, the league will take away our championship. They may even disband the team over something like this and never allow Reno to have a prep team again. “
“ Yeah. Exactly. And no other prep league team is going to want to take cheaters. What about the big league? Do you think they'll take us if this comes out? “ Branslav said it as soon as it popped into his mind.
“ They can't blame us. We didn't know, “ Daniel said. “ The team's the victim here. We thought we had won that fair and square. “
“ I know we did, “ Branslav said. “ That would explain why the team is doing so badly now. “
" Yeah, " Daniel nodded. He looked at the table, “ So what do we do? “
“ We just try to act like everything is normal, like I have already. What else is there to do, right? “ Branslav tried to look serious.
Daniel thought about it and he was right. They couldn't let on that they knew anything at all. He shut his eyes, “ I guess not. “
“ Let's head back now before they miss us, “ Branslav said. “ My sister's bound to be... “
“ She left, “ Daniel cut him off.
“ Lotte left? “ Branslav furrowed his brow. He looked around the restaurant “ Was she here and I didn't see her? "
“ No, she wasn't here. She drove back to Reno after the game last night. She said it was something personal, “ Daniel sighed. " I overheard her talking to Martin after the game, saying she had to go back but she'd meet up with the team in Carson City. "
“ Oh, “ Branslav nodded once. “ Well still. Coach Sweet's probably going to be looking for us. You know he'll want us to do extra. “
“ Probably, “ Daniel slid out of the booth. He waited as Branslav slid out too. They walked out the front door of the restaurant and headed for the sidewalk. They walked the half-mile back to the arena in silence before Branslav pulled out his cell phone in the parking lot.
“ Who are you calling? “ Daniel asked though he had a pretty good idea.
Branslav dialed, “ Robert. “
“ He's probably busy with Betty, “ Daniel looked at his watch. It was fifteen past one.
“ He could be, “ Branslav replied as he listened to the phone ring. He flipped his phone closed after getting the voice mail instead. “ Or he has his phone off. “
“ You need to give the man some space. I'm sure he knows what he's doing so stop checking in on him so much, “ Daniel said.
“ I'm not checking in on him. I'm checking on Betty, “ Branslav said sharply.
“ Well you need to stop checking in on her too, “ Daniel shook his head. “ You really need to stop crowding the girl. “
“ I'm not crowding her, “ Branslav started.
“ Then why haven't you got anywhere with her yet? “ Daniel cut him off.
Branslav opened his mouth but stopped, realizing he didn't have an answer. He growled, “ I'm just worried. That's all. “
“ There you two are, “ Coach Sweet's voice startled them. It was like he had appeared out of nowhere. “ I was wondering where you had gone when Martin went to the trouble of having food delivered. “
“ We got hungry so we went to a fast food place down the street, “ Daniel explained. " I didn't want that stuff. "
Coach Sweet sighed, “ What I have I told you two about eating that junk? “
“ Not to, “ Branslav replied. “ I just got done telling him again. “
Coach Sweet shook his head, “ Now I'm going to have to make you work it off. “
“ We didn't eat it, “ Daniel spoke up. “ He talked me out if it. “
Coach Sweet arched an eyebrow, “ You waited until you got there to do that? “
Branslav nodded, “ That's how long it took me to get through to him. “
Coach Sweet nodded once, “ I see. Hill? “
“ Yes sir? “ Daniel looked attentive.
“ Go on inside and start practicing your three-point shots. I need to talk to Korbel alone, “ Coach Sweet shot a glance to Branslav.
Daniel looked at Branslav as well, “ I'll see you in there I guess. “
“ Yeah, “ Branslav nodded. “ I'll be right there. “
Coach Sweet waited until Daniel had went into the arena before looking at Branslav again, “ So. I wanted to ask you about Miss French. “
“ What about her? “ Branslav arched an eyebrow.
“ Will she be coming to the game Saturday night? “ Coach Sweet asked.
Branslav shrugged, “ I don't know. She hasn't said. “
“ So she still stringing you along? “ Coach Sweet returned the arched eyebrow.
“ She has other things to worry about than basketball games, “ Branslav replied. “ She's still injured. “
Coach Sweet nodded once, “ I see. Don't take this the wrong way Korbel but I think she's just playing with you and doesn't really care for you. “
“ She cares, “ Branslav countered. “ She's just busy.. and she's hurt right now. “
“ Oh, “ Coach Sweet said. “ Well, if she cared she would have made more time for you before now. “
Branslav frowned, “ She just couldn't make time. She's just like me and had a schedule she needed to keep. “
“ But you two keep trying to get together and it never works out, “ Coach Sweet said. “ I think that might be a pretty good indication you're just chasing your tail on this. “
“ I am not chasing my tail. It been barely two weeks since I met up with her again, “ Branslav said. “ Things haven't had a chance to develop yet and I won't give up. “
“ Are you forgetting you have to concentrate on your game? “ Coach Sweet's tone was condescending like he was treating Branslav like a child.
“ No I haven't forgot but I can concentrate on it and have a personal life, “ Branslav said.
Coach Sweet put his hand up, “ Play first Branslav then worry about your personal life. “
Branslav frowned but said nothing. He was afraid he would lose Betty if he put her in the background for too long. He need to get to know her and bond like Robert had said. He was willing to take it slow so he could fit her in with his playing but he also didn't want her to think he didn't care.
“ Besides, “ Coach Sweet smirked. “ Martin doesn't want her around. “
“ Well that's too bad. I do, “ Branslav said. “ Why don't you both butt out of my personal life? You can tell me how to play but don't tell me who to date. “
“ But you just don't get it. We don't want your personal life interfering with your play, “ Coach Sweet put a hand on Branslav's shoulder. “ You have way too much on the line to throw it away on some freak that writes trash. “
Branslav pushed his hand away, “ She's not a freak and she doesn't write trash. Now, if you'll excuse me... “
Branslav strode into the arena, stopping just inside the door. He watched as Coach Sweet walked away, giving him a few moments before following him. Coach Sweet ducked into a side hallway. He stayed close enough to hear what was happening as Coach Sweet sounded like he was getting his cell phone out.
“ Richardson, “ Martin answered. Coach Sweet was obviously using speaker phone.
“ I found Korbel and Hill. Apparently, Daniel vanished because he got a craving for junk food and Branslav went along to talk him out of it, “ Coach Sweet spoke quietly but Branslav didn't miss a word.
“ That explains their mysterious disappearance. You need to keep an eye on them anyway, “ Martin said. “ If they show any signs of knowing ANYTHING, you know what to do. “
“ I don't think they do, “ Coach Sweet started.
“ They're acting strange. We can't take the chance if they do know, “ Martin shot back.
“ Hughes acted the same way before we found out he wanted to be traded. Maybe they're thinking about that, “ Coach Sweet offered.
“ Korbel CAN'T be traded, “ Martin reminded him. “ His contract forbids it. Hill, on the other hand, can request a trade. “
“ Maybe Branslav is helping him with it, “ Coach Sweet said.
“ No. He knows better than to help another player get off the team, “ Martin said. “ Just keep an eye on them. “
“ What about the blackmailer? “ Coach Sweet asked. “ What are we going to do about him? “
“ I have my people in Reno working on that, “ Martin said. “ We should know who he is by Saturday. “
Coach Sweet sighed, " I hope so. I need to get back to practice. I'll call you if I see anything suspicious with the dynamic duo. "
Branslav inched down the hall then took off for the arena as quietly as possible before Coach Sweet got off the phone...
**
Robert picked up his cell phone from the couch as Betty crutched back to her bedroom. He furrowed his brow at the screen when he saw Branslav had tried to call him. He glanced over his shoulder, “ Hey baby? “
“ Yeah? “ Betty stopped in the doorway.
“ Can you get dressed by yourself? Branslav called and I need to talk to him, “ Robert said.
Betty shrugged, “ I guess I can. I want to try to get around more anyway. I've laid around long enough. “
“ Thanks honey, “ Robert said as he dialed Branslav's number. He hadn't changed the number yet but planned to at some point in the afternoon. " Call me if you need anything though. "
" I will, " Betty called back as Robert put the phone to his ear.
“ Korbel, “ Branslav said after he picked up on the third ring.
“ Hey buddy, “ Robert said as he sat down on the couch. “ What did you need? “
“ I was just checking in on you two, “ Branslav sounded like he was dribbling a basketball.
“ Are you still in practice? “ Robert furrowed his brow as he looked at the clock on the wall. " Shouldn't you be resting for tonight? "
Branslav sighed, “ Yeah. Coach Sweet wanted Daniel and I to practice our shots The others are resting. “
“ Damn, “ Robert recalled the days when he had been on The Supernovas. Coach Sweet had treated Branslav and him the same way. It was a point of contention between Robert and Coach Sweet and one of the things he didn't miss. He believed the players that were the worst need to practice more, not the ones that were the best while Coach Sweet liked it the other way around.
“ Well you know him, “ Branslav said. “ Lead by example. He thinks the others will get inspired to come out here and practice more if they see us practicing. “
“ And it still doesn't work, right? “ Robert knew it didn't. It hadn't when he had been on the team.
“ Nope, “ Branslav said. “ So how's Betty? “
Robert rolled his eyes, “ She's fine. We just ate lunch and she's getting dressed. “
“ Dressed? For what? “ Branslav asked.
“ I want to go out and so does she. We're tired of being inside, “ Robert said.
“ Do you think it's safe to take her out? “ Branslav sounded concerned.
“ Yeah. Why not? “ Robert asked. “ She has to go out tomorrow for her doctor's appointment so what would it hurt to go out today? “
“ Doctor's appointment? “ Branslav sounded confused.
Robert rolled his eyes, “ Yes. She has one tomorrow for a follow-up. It was on the paperwork they gave her and she put in her purse. “
“ Oh, “ Branslav said. “ I didn't even look at that stuff. “
“ I can tell, “ Robert said. “ Anyway, it's tomorrow afternoon. I'm pretty sure they'll check her stitches and check to see if she's having any after effects from the concussion. That's what they did when Pauline had her concussion. “
“ Oh, “ Branslav said. “ Call me afterwards and tell me what the doctor says. I want to know if she'll be able to come to the game Saturday. “
Robert bit his lip. Saturday was the day Betty had to tell Branslav what she had decided. He hoped she wouldn't chicken out and he also prayed Branslav wouldn't react too badly. “ We'll see what the doctor says, “ Robert finally said.
“ I really hope she is well enough to go, “ Branslav said. “ I miss her. “
“ We'll see what the doctor says, “ Robert repeated himself.
“ Could you tell her I miss her and I can't wait to see her again? “ Branslav asked.
Robert shut his eyes, “ Yeah. I'll tell her. “
“ Thanks, “ Branslav said. He sounded very genuine when he continued, “ I'm really sorry about the way I've been acting lately. I'm just under a lot of stress right now. “
“ Do you want to talk about it? “ Robert offered. He knew about the scout but he wasn't for sure what else was bothering Branslav.
“ Nah. It's mostly personal stuff and you've got enough to worry about, “ Branslav started.
“ Stop using that excuse, “ Robert said sharply. “ I can still listen to your problems even if I'm having ones of my own. “
Branslav was silent for a long moment then sighed, “ It's okay. I'll get through it. “
“ You know what your problem is? “ Robert had enough. He was going to let Branslav know how he really felt. “ You keep shit bottled up on the inside then you get stressed out. You can't keep doing that. You need to let it out. “
“ No I don't, “ Branslav said sharply. “ I can get through it and I don't need your help. “
“ Fine then, “ Robert sighed. “ Do it your way but don't say I didn't try to listen to you. “
“ I got to go, “ Branslav muttered. “ Coach Sweet just came back in. “
“ Okay then, “ Robert ran a hand through his hair. “ I guess I'll see you Saturday. “
“ Yeah, “ Branslav sighed. “ Later. “
“ Later, “ Robert said and listened as Branslav hung up. He snapped his phone closed and clasped it in his hands as he thought about the conversation. He could tell something was really getting to Branslav but had no way to find out what as long as Branslav remained adamant about not talking. He glanced towards Betty's room, wondering if she needed any help.
He set his phone down and got up. He walked over to the bedroom door and knocked on it lightly, “ Baby? “
“ What? “ Betty called back.
“ You okay in there? “ Robert asked.
“ Yeah. I'm just about dressed. Give me a minute, “ Betty replied.
“ Okay, “ Robert said. “ I'll be out here. Just come out when you're finished. “
“ I will, “ Betty called back.
Robert walked back to the kitchen and got his glass of soda from where he had sat it down. He took a big drink, a little bigger than he wanted and some of the soda spilled out onto his black and white raglan jersey. " Damn, " He muttered as he sat the cup down and headed for the bathroom. He wasn't about to go out in a stained shirt and decided to wash it out before the stain set.
He walked into the bathroom, taking his shirt off. He rinsed the soda out then decided to just wear a different shirt. He walked out to the living room and got a clean shirt from his gym bag, pulling it on as he returned to the bathroom. The shirt was the one Betty had worn to Chang Wang's.
He looked at himself in the mirror, his hair laying in waves from being washed but not brushed since drying. He grabbed his toiletries case up from the counter and got out his hairbrush. After he brushed his hair, he took a good look at himself. For some reason, he looked different and he realized what it was.
He didn't look as tired as had , like he had been refreshed. It was like the black clouds that had enveloped him for so long were finally breaking and letting the sun shine through. Everyday with Pauline had been a battle but he could finally see an end to war in sight. He smiled at himself as his angel of peace walked into the bathroom, nearly hitting him with the door.
“ Oh my God, “ Betty said when Robert jumped back. “ I didn't know you were in here. “
Robert put his hands up, “ I was finished. I just brushing my hair. “
“ I was just about to do the same thing, “ Betty said. She bit her lip then gave him a shy smile, “ Could you help me? “
“ Help you what? “ Robert arched an eyebrow.
“ Brush my hair, “ Betty said. “ I'm not sure I can really get at the back holding onto the crutch. “
“ Oh sure, “ Robert said. “ Come on in and I'll help. “
“ Thanks, “ Betty pushed the door open, revealing she had decided to go with a simple outfit that consisted of a black long sleeve Henley style shirt and blue slim fit decorated jeans. The look was understated but Robert found it terribly attractive. The shirt was just tight enough to cling to her in all the right places.
Robert smiled, “ You look really nice. “
“ Thanks, “ Betty said. “ I just grabbed the easiest thing to put on. “
Robert picked up her hairbrush, “ But still. I think you look nice. “
“ Thanks, “ She blushed a little. She then crutched in front of the mirror.
“ Do you do anything special? “ Robert asked as he started to brush her hair.
“ Special with what? “ Betty was confused by the question.
“ Your hair, “ Robert continued to brush it. It was so soft and thick, he loved touching it.
Betty shook her head a little, “ Just brush it and go. It's so thick, it would take a million years to style it. “
“ Did it take a while when they did it for Vivacious? “ Robert admired the slight wave she had to her hair. It made it appear styled.
Betty rolled her eyes, “ The stylist didn't want to touch it. He said it was fine the way it was and just brushed it a bit before he sent me out to the photo shoot. “
“ Well it is fine, “ Robert smiled. “ Just like everything about you. “
“ Thanks, “ Betty blushed and smiled. She didn't know how else to react since she had never gotten as many compliments as Robert had given her. It felt strange at first but she was getting used to it.
Robert sighed as he continued to brush her hair. When he thought it was perfect, he set the brush down, “ There. “
Betty looked at herself, “ Very good. Thanks. “
Robert wrapped his arms around her, enfolding them around her waist from behind and put his chin on her left shoulder. She placed her right hand on his folded arms, leaning her head against his. They stayed like that for a long moment before Robert whispered, “ God. I love the way you feel in my arms. “
Betty hesitated for a second then said, “ I love the way your arms feel around me. “
Robert gave her a suggestive smile, “ Maybe we can have a little more fun when we get back later. “
Betty blushed again, “ I'd like that. “
“ I thought it would, “ Robert buried his face against the side of her neck. He then whispered “ I have so much more I want to do with you. “
“ Like what? “ Betty looked at Robert's reflection in the mirror.
“ Everything, “ Robert said and kissed her neck again. " Maybe even what you were thinking about the other night. Maybe we can try it out once you tell me what it was. "
Betty's body tingled with anticipation, “ You're never going to let that go. “
" Not until I know what you were thinking, " Robert pulled away. “ Come on. We need to go. “
Betty turned to look at him. She seemed a bit confused, “ Where are we going? “
Robert shrugged, “ I don't know. Where ever the day takes us. “
Betty smiled at that, “ I can't wait. “
" I can't either, " Robert smiled.
By Bekka Mouri-Hibiki
© 2007 Bekka Mouri-Hibiki
Betty startled, a hand on her exposed stomach and lips on hers bringing her out of her slumber. She gasped against the lips then started to return the kiss. The lips pulled away after a long moment and Robert whispered, “ Hey sweetie. "
“ Hey to you too, “ She murmured. “ What time is it? “
“ One, “ Robert replied. He stared at her sleeping for about ten minutes before he could no longer resist the urge to take her beautiful lips in his. He had busied himself for a few hours to let her rest before being drawn back to her side.
“ Oh, “ Betty sighed. “ I guess it's time for me to get up then. “
“ Yeah, “ Robert sighed. “ I have to wake you every three hours until you go back to the doctor . “
“ Yeah, I know. What a pain, “ Betty sighed. She shifted a little so she could look at him better. “ So what did you do today? “
Robert looked towards the door, “ I'm getting tired of being cooped up inside so I went for a walk. I figured we could go out and do something if you're tired of laying around doing nothing. “
“ Like what? “ Betty furrowed her brow.
Robert had been thinking about it before he woke Betty and smiled a little, “ I was thinking about just going and hanging out somewhere after we eat lunch. You know, do whatever strikes our fancy. I want to spend as much time with you as I can before I have to head home. “
Betty smiled, “ That sounds good. Then what will we do when we get back here? “
He hooked a finger under her chin, “ I'll let your mind play with that for a little while. "
“ Oh my, “ Betty blushed.
“ Come here, “ He muttered as he slid his hand around her waist and urged her to move onto her side after he slid his hand under her camisole. Once she was on her side, he pulled closer to her so they were both on the pillows. He slid his hands to her back and ran his fingers along her spine as he took her lips in his again. He pressed against her a little more when she shyly slid her arms around his waist as she returned his slow languid kiss.
The kiss lasted quite a few moments before he pulled away and kissed her forehead. He smiled when she cuddled closer, kissing his shoulder before hooking her chin over it. He kissed the side of her head and sighed. “ I could stay like this all day, “ He murmured.
“ Me too, “ Betty replied. A grumbling noise made her take a sharp breath and she pulled away, looking a little embarrassed as she glanced towards her stomach.
Robert couldn't help but chuckle at it. “ I think we'd better take care of that. “
“ I think so too, “ Betty muttered. It was her turn to laugh when Robert's stomach growled. She smiled, “ Well then. “
Robert smirked, “ Uh yeah. I'd think it would be safe to say I'm a wee bit hungry too. “
“ Yeah. I think so, “ Betty said as Robert pulled away. She watched him get out of the bed and walk over to her crutches. He came back to the bed with one of them, setting it down for her.
“ My lady, “ He gave a slight bow.
Betty smiled at that as she reached for the crutch, “ You're so silly. “
“ Thank you, “ Robert smirked. “ What do you want for lunch? “
“ Whatever you want, “ Betty said as she lifted herself up. " I can fix anything. "
Robert shook his head, " No. You cooked this morning. I'll take care of it. "
Betty smiled, " That's so sweet. "
" Not as sweet as you, " Robert smiled as he hooked a finger under her chin. He kissed her lightly then pulled away. He looked towards the door then at her, " After you. "
**
“ Dude, you're sure? “ Daniel whispered. Branslav had pulled him out after practice and took him to a fast food restaurant. They were huddled up in a corner booth and hiding the best two tall men could, completely ignoring the food they had bought.
“ It's the only answer I can come up with, “ Branslav ran a hand through his hair. “ Martin must have fixed the final game last year so we could win it. “
Daniel put a hand on his chin and thought about it. “ Well, everyone complained we won it on free throws and ticky-tacky fouls. Even some of OUR fans complained about that. “
“ The referees did seem like they were taking their jobs too seriously, “ Branslav said. " It seemed like there was a whistle on every play. "
Daniel sat back, “ This is big shit man. If that is really it, the league will take away our championship. They may even disband the team over something like this and never allow Reno to have a prep team again. “
“ Yeah. Exactly. And no other prep league team is going to want to take cheaters. What about the big league? Do you think they'll take us if this comes out? “ Branslav said it as soon as it popped into his mind.
“ They can't blame us. We didn't know, “ Daniel said. “ The team's the victim here. We thought we had won that fair and square. “
“ I know we did, “ Branslav said. “ That would explain why the team is doing so badly now. “
" Yeah, " Daniel nodded. He looked at the table, “ So what do we do? “
“ We just try to act like everything is normal, like I have already. What else is there to do, right? “ Branslav tried to look serious.
Daniel thought about it and he was right. They couldn't let on that they knew anything at all. He shut his eyes, “ I guess not. “
“ Let's head back now before they miss us, “ Branslav said. “ My sister's bound to be... “
“ She left, “ Daniel cut him off.
“ Lotte left? “ Branslav furrowed his brow. He looked around the restaurant “ Was she here and I didn't see her? "
“ No, she wasn't here. She drove back to Reno after the game last night. She said it was something personal, “ Daniel sighed. " I overheard her talking to Martin after the game, saying she had to go back but she'd meet up with the team in Carson City. "
“ Oh, “ Branslav nodded once. “ Well still. Coach Sweet's probably going to be looking for us. You know he'll want us to do extra. “
“ Probably, “ Daniel slid out of the booth. He waited as Branslav slid out too. They walked out the front door of the restaurant and headed for the sidewalk. They walked the half-mile back to the arena in silence before Branslav pulled out his cell phone in the parking lot.
“ Who are you calling? “ Daniel asked though he had a pretty good idea.
Branslav dialed, “ Robert. “
“ He's probably busy with Betty, “ Daniel looked at his watch. It was fifteen past one.
“ He could be, “ Branslav replied as he listened to the phone ring. He flipped his phone closed after getting the voice mail instead. “ Or he has his phone off. “
“ You need to give the man some space. I'm sure he knows what he's doing so stop checking in on him so much, “ Daniel said.
“ I'm not checking in on him. I'm checking on Betty, “ Branslav said sharply.
“ Well you need to stop checking in on her too, “ Daniel shook his head. “ You really need to stop crowding the girl. “
“ I'm not crowding her, “ Branslav started.
“ Then why haven't you got anywhere with her yet? “ Daniel cut him off.
Branslav opened his mouth but stopped, realizing he didn't have an answer. He growled, “ I'm just worried. That's all. “
“ There you two are, “ Coach Sweet's voice startled them. It was like he had appeared out of nowhere. “ I was wondering where you had gone when Martin went to the trouble of having food delivered. “
“ We got hungry so we went to a fast food place down the street, “ Daniel explained. " I didn't want that stuff. "
Coach Sweet sighed, “ What I have I told you two about eating that junk? “
“ Not to, “ Branslav replied. “ I just got done telling him again. “
Coach Sweet shook his head, “ Now I'm going to have to make you work it off. “
“ We didn't eat it, “ Daniel spoke up. “ He talked me out if it. “
Coach Sweet arched an eyebrow, “ You waited until you got there to do that? “
Branslav nodded, “ That's how long it took me to get through to him. “
Coach Sweet nodded once, “ I see. Hill? “
“ Yes sir? “ Daniel looked attentive.
“ Go on inside and start practicing your three-point shots. I need to talk to Korbel alone, “ Coach Sweet shot a glance to Branslav.
Daniel looked at Branslav as well, “ I'll see you in there I guess. “
“ Yeah, “ Branslav nodded. “ I'll be right there. “
Coach Sweet waited until Daniel had went into the arena before looking at Branslav again, “ So. I wanted to ask you about Miss French. “
“ What about her? “ Branslav arched an eyebrow.
“ Will she be coming to the game Saturday night? “ Coach Sweet asked.
Branslav shrugged, “ I don't know. She hasn't said. “
“ So she still stringing you along? “ Coach Sweet returned the arched eyebrow.
“ She has other things to worry about than basketball games, “ Branslav replied. “ She's still injured. “
Coach Sweet nodded once, “ I see. Don't take this the wrong way Korbel but I think she's just playing with you and doesn't really care for you. “
“ She cares, “ Branslav countered. “ She's just busy.. and she's hurt right now. “
“ Oh, “ Coach Sweet said. “ Well, if she cared she would have made more time for you before now. “
Branslav frowned, “ She just couldn't make time. She's just like me and had a schedule she needed to keep. “
“ But you two keep trying to get together and it never works out, “ Coach Sweet said. “ I think that might be a pretty good indication you're just chasing your tail on this. “
“ I am not chasing my tail. It been barely two weeks since I met up with her again, “ Branslav said. “ Things haven't had a chance to develop yet and I won't give up. “
“ Are you forgetting you have to concentrate on your game? “ Coach Sweet's tone was condescending like he was treating Branslav like a child.
“ No I haven't forgot but I can concentrate on it and have a personal life, “ Branslav said.
Coach Sweet put his hand up, “ Play first Branslav then worry about your personal life. “
Branslav frowned but said nothing. He was afraid he would lose Betty if he put her in the background for too long. He need to get to know her and bond like Robert had said. He was willing to take it slow so he could fit her in with his playing but he also didn't want her to think he didn't care.
“ Besides, “ Coach Sweet smirked. “ Martin doesn't want her around. “
“ Well that's too bad. I do, “ Branslav said. “ Why don't you both butt out of my personal life? You can tell me how to play but don't tell me who to date. “
“ But you just don't get it. We don't want your personal life interfering with your play, “ Coach Sweet put a hand on Branslav's shoulder. “ You have way too much on the line to throw it away on some freak that writes trash. “
Branslav pushed his hand away, “ She's not a freak and she doesn't write trash. Now, if you'll excuse me... “
Branslav strode into the arena, stopping just inside the door. He watched as Coach Sweet walked away, giving him a few moments before following him. Coach Sweet ducked into a side hallway. He stayed close enough to hear what was happening as Coach Sweet sounded like he was getting his cell phone out.
“ Richardson, “ Martin answered. Coach Sweet was obviously using speaker phone.
“ I found Korbel and Hill. Apparently, Daniel vanished because he got a craving for junk food and Branslav went along to talk him out of it, “ Coach Sweet spoke quietly but Branslav didn't miss a word.
“ That explains their mysterious disappearance. You need to keep an eye on them anyway, “ Martin said. “ If they show any signs of knowing ANYTHING, you know what to do. “
“ I don't think they do, “ Coach Sweet started.
“ They're acting strange. We can't take the chance if they do know, “ Martin shot back.
“ Hughes acted the same way before we found out he wanted to be traded. Maybe they're thinking about that, “ Coach Sweet offered.
“ Korbel CAN'T be traded, “ Martin reminded him. “ His contract forbids it. Hill, on the other hand, can request a trade. “
“ Maybe Branslav is helping him with it, “ Coach Sweet said.
“ No. He knows better than to help another player get off the team, “ Martin said. “ Just keep an eye on them. “
“ What about the blackmailer? “ Coach Sweet asked. “ What are we going to do about him? “
“ I have my people in Reno working on that, “ Martin said. “ We should know who he is by Saturday. “
Coach Sweet sighed, " I hope so. I need to get back to practice. I'll call you if I see anything suspicious with the dynamic duo. "
Branslav inched down the hall then took off for the arena as quietly as possible before Coach Sweet got off the phone...
**
Robert picked up his cell phone from the couch as Betty crutched back to her bedroom. He furrowed his brow at the screen when he saw Branslav had tried to call him. He glanced over his shoulder, “ Hey baby? “
“ Yeah? “ Betty stopped in the doorway.
“ Can you get dressed by yourself? Branslav called and I need to talk to him, “ Robert said.
Betty shrugged, “ I guess I can. I want to try to get around more anyway. I've laid around long enough. “
“ Thanks honey, “ Robert said as he dialed Branslav's number. He hadn't changed the number yet but planned to at some point in the afternoon. " Call me if you need anything though. "
" I will, " Betty called back as Robert put the phone to his ear.
“ Korbel, “ Branslav said after he picked up on the third ring.
“ Hey buddy, “ Robert said as he sat down on the couch. “ What did you need? “
“ I was just checking in on you two, “ Branslav sounded like he was dribbling a basketball.
“ Are you still in practice? “ Robert furrowed his brow as he looked at the clock on the wall. " Shouldn't you be resting for tonight? "
Branslav sighed, “ Yeah. Coach Sweet wanted Daniel and I to practice our shots The others are resting. “
“ Damn, “ Robert recalled the days when he had been on The Supernovas. Coach Sweet had treated Branslav and him the same way. It was a point of contention between Robert and Coach Sweet and one of the things he didn't miss. He believed the players that were the worst need to practice more, not the ones that were the best while Coach Sweet liked it the other way around.
“ Well you know him, “ Branslav said. “ Lead by example. He thinks the others will get inspired to come out here and practice more if they see us practicing. “
“ And it still doesn't work, right? “ Robert knew it didn't. It hadn't when he had been on the team.
“ Nope, “ Branslav said. “ So how's Betty? “
Robert rolled his eyes, “ She's fine. We just ate lunch and she's getting dressed. “
“ Dressed? For what? “ Branslav asked.
“ I want to go out and so does she. We're tired of being inside, “ Robert said.
“ Do you think it's safe to take her out? “ Branslav sounded concerned.
“ Yeah. Why not? “ Robert asked. “ She has to go out tomorrow for her doctor's appointment so what would it hurt to go out today? “
“ Doctor's appointment? “ Branslav sounded confused.
Robert rolled his eyes, “ Yes. She has one tomorrow for a follow-up. It was on the paperwork they gave her and she put in her purse. “
“ Oh, “ Branslav said. “ I didn't even look at that stuff. “
“ I can tell, “ Robert said. “ Anyway, it's tomorrow afternoon. I'm pretty sure they'll check her stitches and check to see if she's having any after effects from the concussion. That's what they did when Pauline had her concussion. “
“ Oh, “ Branslav said. “ Call me afterwards and tell me what the doctor says. I want to know if she'll be able to come to the game Saturday. “
Robert bit his lip. Saturday was the day Betty had to tell Branslav what she had decided. He hoped she wouldn't chicken out and he also prayed Branslav wouldn't react too badly. “ We'll see what the doctor says, “ Robert finally said.
“ I really hope she is well enough to go, “ Branslav said. “ I miss her. “
“ We'll see what the doctor says, “ Robert repeated himself.
“ Could you tell her I miss her and I can't wait to see her again? “ Branslav asked.
Robert shut his eyes, “ Yeah. I'll tell her. “
“ Thanks, “ Branslav said. He sounded very genuine when he continued, “ I'm really sorry about the way I've been acting lately. I'm just under a lot of stress right now. “
“ Do you want to talk about it? “ Robert offered. He knew about the scout but he wasn't for sure what else was bothering Branslav.
“ Nah. It's mostly personal stuff and you've got enough to worry about, “ Branslav started.
“ Stop using that excuse, “ Robert said sharply. “ I can still listen to your problems even if I'm having ones of my own. “
Branslav was silent for a long moment then sighed, “ It's okay. I'll get through it. “
“ You know what your problem is? “ Robert had enough. He was going to let Branslav know how he really felt. “ You keep shit bottled up on the inside then you get stressed out. You can't keep doing that. You need to let it out. “
“ No I don't, “ Branslav said sharply. “ I can get through it and I don't need your help. “
“ Fine then, “ Robert sighed. “ Do it your way but don't say I didn't try to listen to you. “
“ I got to go, “ Branslav muttered. “ Coach Sweet just came back in. “
“ Okay then, “ Robert ran a hand through his hair. “ I guess I'll see you Saturday. “
“ Yeah, “ Branslav sighed. “ Later. “
“ Later, “ Robert said and listened as Branslav hung up. He snapped his phone closed and clasped it in his hands as he thought about the conversation. He could tell something was really getting to Branslav but had no way to find out what as long as Branslav remained adamant about not talking. He glanced towards Betty's room, wondering if she needed any help.
He set his phone down and got up. He walked over to the bedroom door and knocked on it lightly, “ Baby? “
“ What? “ Betty called back.
“ You okay in there? “ Robert asked.
“ Yeah. I'm just about dressed. Give me a minute, “ Betty replied.
“ Okay, “ Robert said. “ I'll be out here. Just come out when you're finished. “
“ I will, “ Betty called back.
Robert walked back to the kitchen and got his glass of soda from where he had sat it down. He took a big drink, a little bigger than he wanted and some of the soda spilled out onto his black and white raglan jersey. " Damn, " He muttered as he sat the cup down and headed for the bathroom. He wasn't about to go out in a stained shirt and decided to wash it out before the stain set.
He walked into the bathroom, taking his shirt off. He rinsed the soda out then decided to just wear a different shirt. He walked out to the living room and got a clean shirt from his gym bag, pulling it on as he returned to the bathroom. The shirt was the one Betty had worn to Chang Wang's.
He looked at himself in the mirror, his hair laying in waves from being washed but not brushed since drying. He grabbed his toiletries case up from the counter and got out his hairbrush. After he brushed his hair, he took a good look at himself. For some reason, he looked different and he realized what it was.
He didn't look as tired as had , like he had been refreshed. It was like the black clouds that had enveloped him for so long were finally breaking and letting the sun shine through. Everyday with Pauline had been a battle but he could finally see an end to war in sight. He smiled at himself as his angel of peace walked into the bathroom, nearly hitting him with the door.
“ Oh my God, “ Betty said when Robert jumped back. “ I didn't know you were in here. “
Robert put his hands up, “ I was finished. I just brushing my hair. “
“ I was just about to do the same thing, “ Betty said. She bit her lip then gave him a shy smile, “ Could you help me? “
“ Help you what? “ Robert arched an eyebrow.
“ Brush my hair, “ Betty said. “ I'm not sure I can really get at the back holding onto the crutch. “
“ Oh sure, “ Robert said. “ Come on in and I'll help. “
“ Thanks, “ Betty pushed the door open, revealing she had decided to go with a simple outfit that consisted of a black long sleeve Henley style shirt and blue slim fit decorated jeans. The look was understated but Robert found it terribly attractive. The shirt was just tight enough to cling to her in all the right places.
Robert smiled, “ You look really nice. “
“ Thanks, “ Betty said. “ I just grabbed the easiest thing to put on. “
Robert picked up her hairbrush, “ But still. I think you look nice. “
“ Thanks, “ She blushed a little. She then crutched in front of the mirror.
“ Do you do anything special? “ Robert asked as he started to brush her hair.
“ Special with what? “ Betty was confused by the question.
“ Your hair, “ Robert continued to brush it. It was so soft and thick, he loved touching it.
Betty shook her head a little, “ Just brush it and go. It's so thick, it would take a million years to style it. “
“ Did it take a while when they did it for Vivacious? “ Robert admired the slight wave she had to her hair. It made it appear styled.
Betty rolled her eyes, “ The stylist didn't want to touch it. He said it was fine the way it was and just brushed it a bit before he sent me out to the photo shoot. “
“ Well it is fine, “ Robert smiled. “ Just like everything about you. “
“ Thanks, “ Betty blushed and smiled. She didn't know how else to react since she had never gotten as many compliments as Robert had given her. It felt strange at first but she was getting used to it.
Robert sighed as he continued to brush her hair. When he thought it was perfect, he set the brush down, “ There. “
Betty looked at herself, “ Very good. Thanks. “
Robert wrapped his arms around her, enfolding them around her waist from behind and put his chin on her left shoulder. She placed her right hand on his folded arms, leaning her head against his. They stayed like that for a long moment before Robert whispered, “ God. I love the way you feel in my arms. “
Betty hesitated for a second then said, “ I love the way your arms feel around me. “
Robert gave her a suggestive smile, “ Maybe we can have a little more fun when we get back later. “
Betty blushed again, “ I'd like that. “
“ I thought it would, “ Robert buried his face against the side of her neck. He then whispered “ I have so much more I want to do with you. “
“ Like what? “ Betty looked at Robert's reflection in the mirror.
“ Everything, “ Robert said and kissed her neck again. " Maybe even what you were thinking about the other night. Maybe we can try it out once you tell me what it was. "
Betty's body tingled with anticipation, “ You're never going to let that go. “
" Not until I know what you were thinking, " Robert pulled away. “ Come on. We need to go. “
Betty turned to look at him. She seemed a bit confused, “ Where are we going? “
Robert shrugged, “ I don't know. Where ever the day takes us. “
Betty smiled at that, “ I can't wait. “
" I can't either, " Robert smiled.