She took out the bottle of lemonade from her bag, then popping open the cap. She pressed the tip of the bottle to her lips, letting the cool liquid slowly make its way down her throat. "Agatha!" a loud voice suddenly called behind her, Agatha coughed.
An arm threw around Agatha's shoulder, pulled her in close. "What's wrong with you, are you ok?"
"What do you mean Clara?, you makes me surprisely." Agatha glared at her, disbelieve with Clara's question.
"Sorry." Clara gave Agatha a puppy dog look.
"Agatha!" Clara paused, as Agatha turning at her, "By the way, I want you to go with me to see the basketball game at school, our school confront with other schools."
Agatha rolled her eyes, "You already know that I don't like watching basketball games." Agatha muttered.
"C'mon Agatha, for once." Clara begged.
Agatha sighed, "ok, fine." Agatha surrender.
"Yey! We'll have so much fun." Clara shrieks.
Agatha shook her head.
*
Clara very excited, they rush to the basketball games and sat on the front row bleachers.
The crowd broke into thunderous shrieks. Agatha could hear whistling and thumping. And saw the crowd cheering and calling some names of basketball players.
Agatha felt as much out of place as a colt in a flower garden.
Agatha scanning around and her eyes staring at a tall, dark, brunette hair, and handsome can't describe, chugging the mineral water in a few gulps. His forehead dampened with a thick coat of sweat, he runs his hand through his hair, shaking it and pushing it up on his forehead. Agatha feel as if she is suspended in time, she hadn't even realize said, "who is he?", without leaving her eyes from him.
"Oh, He's captain basketball from the opponent school." Clara said, Agatha immediately turning at her.
*
Agatha made her way out the exit door from the local grocery store, she carried two heavy grocery bag. Suddenly, it's rains.
Agatha sighed, "Why did I forget to bring my raincoat?" She trudged her way towards the front bench of the grocery store.
"May I sit here?", pointing out the empty spot next to Agatha.
Agatha starred up at the owner of voice, her eyes widened, and mouth little open.
He extends his right hand in front of her face. "Did you hear me?"
She finally regained consciousness, shaking her head. "O iya, of course." She forced her smile, Agatha's heart rate beating faster than it ever.
He sat at empty spot beside Agatha, turning at Agatha. "My name's Damian, and your name is?"
She blinked, clearing her throat. "I'm Agatha". She muttered lamely, mostly due to surprisement.
"You're so cool when you play basketball."
"Hmm?" Damian frowned. "Have we met before?" Damian asked.
"A few days ago I watched you play basketball."
"Oh really?, thank you." He smiled wide.
Agatha nodded.
Both of them laughing, talking, and trying to understand each other.
*
7 months later.
Agatha woke to someone knocking at her door. Opening the door she found Damian stand there. "Good morning my jewel." He kissing the top of her head.
"Good morning." She stepped aside, letting him inside.
Agatha made her way over to her kitchen, she rummage through her fridge. She took a bottle juice out.
"Agatha!" Damian called her.
"Here, Damian." Agatha shouted.
"Who is this girl?" Damian pointed to a picture of a girl in a picture that he had taken.
Agatha looked at the picture, "she's me."
"What?" Damian was shocked.
10 years ago.
"It's mine." a little girl shouted, she's hiding something behind her back.
"No, that's mine. I found it first." A little boy mumbled, as dropped down his head.
She hit the boy's head. "Aww, MOMMY." He cried, screaming.
"Loser." She ran away from the boy who cried.
"When we were 7, you always hit me when we played together." Damian imagined memories 10 years ago.
"Yeah, and I always run to leave you after hitting you and making you cry." Agatha chuckled.
Damian's fingers suddenly flying up to her cheeks as he lightly traced figures onto her crimson red temples, "don't leave me again." He whispering against her earlobe.
Agatha nodded, and smiled.
