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"So who is your gilfriend?" Hearing her question I almost chocked on my saliver alredy feeling a headache coming on. Ever since the finals this has been the most popular story on the net as everyone seemd to be trying to guess who the mystery girl was.
Since she was wearing a hat and most of her side profile was hidden by her hair she escapped most of the media scrutiny. Which now that i considerd it the mediad didn't mind this as they coukld run with whatever story tehy wnted using me. The fact I was top lessas I caught her fall only served to noost tabloids sales no matter how much I complaind.
Despite them not daring to use my name explicitly since im still under 16, saying Celtics young phenom or wunderkind was all they needed to say. Evn after taking Forrest asvice for media silenc for fourdays after the final wasn't enough to calm the storm. That is part of reason I decided to come back this weekedn even though I had another few days of excuesd leave from school.
"(Sigh) I won't tell you," I replied to her causing her to suck her teeth in annoyance before focusing on the road ahead of her. "Anyways, How did your interviews go, any of them managed to changed your mind about joining Cambridge?" I asked her not willing to let the silence linger for longer and fuel her displeasure towards me.
She gave me a sidelong glance, clearly picking up on my diversion but in the end she sihed before continuing the conversation. "They were… alright, I guess. The Harvard alumni ball was great and the professors are some of the best in the world but their Business program just dosent match with that of Cambridge." She paused, tapping her fingers on the wheel thoughtfully. "The vibe on campus was everything I had imagend, the same with Colubia they just fell homely y'know. Its like they pulled out a page out of teh Gillmore girls and brought it to life,"
Listing to her gush about the two Colleges with such excitment brought a smile to my face as I haven't seen this side of her in a while. I havent seen her in person since I left for scotland since both of us were busy, as being a senior in a private school is not the cakewalk it is for regular schools. From having to complete comunity projects to impress colleges, to having to write difrent papers throughout the year.
Thats not to mention having to take the SATs trying to improver their scores just incase the first time wasnt satisfactory. Considering the pressure she was under I only had to fucus on getteing better on the field and maintain my gardes. "I must be the lukiest boy in the world," I inadevertedly thought outloud casuing Emma to stop talking and look at me.
"How you figure that," She responded clearly confused how us talking about her achivments has anything to do wth me neing lucky.
"Well its simple really, Not only am I handsome extreamly so that it might be a crime now that i think about it. You should probbaly report me to someone before you get charged with acessory." I started of but quickly lost my train of thought as that part of me where my Ego lived took the wheel. After a few more words more ouragios than that the car suddenly got chilly and i kneew I had to land quicklt before my dearest sister shot me out of teh sky.
"Anyway I'm also one of the top five attakers under the age of 18." I finished my self prais taking a sip of my getorade before continuing. "Even after all that God blessed me with the cutest, smartest and most generouse older sister a boy could ask for."
Emma gave me a look that was equal parts amusement and disbelief, her lips twitching as she tried not to smile. "Generous, huh? is that waht you call it when you have me drive you at ungodly hours just so you can train." she responded choosing to focuss on the part o my words she could first form a response too.
I chuckled, leaning back in my seat. "I was getting to that! But you keep interrupting my beautiful speech." I waved my hand dismissively, trying to look offended. "Anyway, you and I both know that my very presence is payment enough. Just think, you get to tell your friends you have an actual superstar in your passenger seat."
Emma rolled her eyes, but I could see the corners of her mouth twitching. "You're something, all right. Honestly, I don't know what would happen to your head if you actually were that big-time yet."
"Ha, don't let the Rex Nation hear you saying that," I said, half-joking already seeing the waves of comments from the more crazy fnas floading whoever dared to disrespect their effort. "Speaking of which, since you're so generous, any chance I could convince you to drive me to the academy later? Just to show my face, let the guys know I'm not too famous to come around anymore."
Emma scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Right, because you wouldn't want to be seen alone." she teased arching an eyebrow as she turned onto the parking lot of Joes bowlling alley. It was a mixture of a diner and a bowling alley mainly used as a date spot but also good for birthdays and that sort.
"Anyway, I'm still recovering from the cringe of you calling yourself 'extremely handsome.' You really have no shame, do you?" she continued picking a parking spot not at all bothering to give an answer to my question. I grinned at her words, knowing she what she was doing but pretended and just followed the flow. "Hey, just stating facts. Can't argue with those, can you?"
"Uh-huh, whatever helps you sleep at night," she replied, but I caught the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Don't worry I sleep great at night knowing that I have a skill to support myself, after all my singing voice is pretty unique"
"Lets just be thankful your good at football younger brother," She responded with a piti field smile before imediatly exiting the car heading to wards the Diners doors. I laughed, stepping out of the car and jogging a few steps to catch up with her. "Wait, are you telling me you don't believe in my musical talents? I bet you I could serenade the entire diner right now, make everyone cry with joy."
Emma glanced at me, raising an eyebrow as she held the door open. "Please don't. Some of us would like to eat in peace, and I'd hate to see you kicked out before we even order."
I smirked, putting on my best wounded look as I stepped inside. "Your lack of faith is honestly disappointing. Who wouldn't want a celebrity to sing to them while they're eating burgers and fries?"
Emma rolled her eyes, but I saw the small smile she tried to hide. "Let's just sit down, oh 'handsome' one. I'm starving."