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I'm Yours


There was nothing Reagan loved more than cheering on her boyfriend from the bleachers of a packed-out arena, but sometimes other things came up and she had to make do with talking to him on skype. Sitting on the bed in her dad's guest room, Reagan hit call on Jackson's name and waited for him to answer.

"Hey baby girl," he greeted as soon as the video call connected.

"Hey," Reagan replied with a smile, "Congratulations on the win."

"Thanks, I wish you could have been there... how was the christening?"

"Drama filled," Reagan told him, "I was actually looking forward to coming home and catching up with my family, but now I wish I hadn't bothered."

"What happened?"

"My mother happened. She decided that the christening would be the ideal location to let everyone know how disappointed she is with how I turned out, so just the usual..."

"I'm sorry that I wasn't there."

"Don't be sorry," Reagan stated, playing with a loose thread on the sleeve of the hoodie she was wearing, "You were exactly where you needed to be, are you going out to celebrate tonight?"

"I think the boys want to go to some club and unwind, but I don't know if I'm going to go."

"You should," Reagan encouraged, "You kicked ass out on the court today and that win needs to be celebrated, so go have some fun."

"I miss you," he added with a smile that sent a familiar warmth through Reagan, "I will get Danny to pick you up from the airport tomorrow evening and bring you straight here, then we can go grab that dinner I promised you."

"That sounds like a plan," Reagan agreed, "I miss you too."

"I'll see you tomorrow."


Disconnecting from the call, Reagan took a deep breath and laid back as less than pleasant thoughts filled her head. What if he met someone else? What if he realized that he could do better than her? What if she lost him?

Waking up early the next morning, Reagan made sure that everything was packed and made her way downstairs to eat breakfast with her dad. Hearing her brother honk his horn outside a few hours later, she put her bag in the trunk of his car and hugged her dad goodbye with the promise that she would ring him as soon as she landed in New York.

"Hey," Shane said as she climbed into the passenger seat, "You ready to go?"

"More than ready," Reagan replied, fastening her seat belt and waving at her dad as they pulled away from the house.

The drive was silent as they cruised down the road, but Reagan knew that there was something Shane wanted to say and wasn't surprised when he turned the radio down.

"You know I'm proud of you, right?" He stated, causing Reagan to look at him with a frown, "Mum pushed you so hard to study law at college and I was certain that you'd give in under the pressure, but you didn't. You got out as dad puts it, even with everything that you struggle with on a daily basis and you're living your life the way that you want."

"I'm proud of you too," Reagan mumbled, smiling at Shane and returning her attention to the song on the radio.

Arriving at the airport, Reagan retrieved her bag and hugged her brother goodbye. It was eight in the evening by the time she arrived at Jackson's hotel, feeling a little tired and nauseas from the turbulent flight she had just experienced.

Having already been given a key by Danny, she headed straight up to the ninth floor and let herself in without knocking. Dropping her bag on the ground just inside the door, she allowed it to swing shut behind her and took a few steps into the room to find one of the Jaguar cheerleaders lying on the bed in her underwear.

"Reagan," the girl greeted with a smile, "Jackson's just taking a shower."

Staring at the girl for a few seconds, Reagan backed away towards the door and picked up her bag as she left. Handing the key back in downstairs, she stepped outside with tears streaming down her face and slumped against the wall. Feeling her phone buzz in her pocket, she pulled it out and opened the new message from Jackson.

'What time are you going to be here because I need to let my buddy at the restaurant know?'

'I'm not, why don't you take Sierra with you instead.'

'Babe, it's not what it looks like, I swear,' he responded immediately.

'So, there wasn't a half-naked cheerleader in your room... on your bed?'

'Yes there was, but nothing happened.'

'Look, I'm tired and I don't feel all that good... so, I'm just going to get a taxi back to my apartment and we'll talk tomorrow.'

'Just come back up to the room, please.'

Deciding not to reply, Reagan hailed a taxi and headed back to her apartment. Getting in, she chucked her bag on the floor at the end of the bed and curled up on the sofa to watch a film. Deep down she knew that Jackson was telling her the truth, but her brain was telling her something completely different to her heart and she just needed some time to clear her head.
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I know absolutely nothing about basketball... so even I'm interested to see where this goes!