Jake West Basketball Novels & Stories

"Can we not do this right now? I just want five minutes. That's it. Five minutes to talk like two adults." I set my glass down and looked at the guy across from me, one of Preston's teammates, a nineteen-year-old named Jake who had a piece of bread halfway to his mouth and was watching the whole thing like it was better than anything on TV. "What did you think of the training schedule I mentioned earlier?" I asked him. Jake blinked. Then he caught on. "Oh. Yeah. I think it's a great plan. Really thorough." Pierce put his hand on the back of my chair. Not touching me, but close enough that it was obviously meant to be felt.

Perfection, that is all I could say about my life with Jake now. Everything was too perfect as if...it wasn't even real like it was all just a dream that could be snatched away if I dared to blink an eye. Jake was everything I have ever dreamed of, he was too handsome with a body built for a Greek God but he worked for it day and night. Working out was like something werewolves had to do without even thinking about it, they just did it because it's in their nature. Jake cared for me, I couldn't complain really but ever since he found out he was born of royalty he has been...distracted.

“We’re here to honor our friend.” “How did you know him?” Jake asked, frowning at his hand as though wondering if the flask had vanished into thin air. “College, actually,” Caleb replied. “We were both going for a medical degree.” Jake snorted again. “Jake…” the coach murmured in a warning tone. “What? Will could have gone to the big leagues. He wanted to. But Daddy interfered again,” Jake said nastily. “Mr. Masterson is grieving.” The coach took him by the shoulders. “Come on, let’s get some air.”

It was Mike’s extra varsity jersey, a deep navy and gold fabric that swallowed my frame but proudly displayed the name WELLER and the number 0 across my back. ​"Look at you," Jake grinned, leaning over from the seat beside me, a massive, unbothered smirk on his face. Chad sat on my other side, lazily spinning a spare basketball between his fingers. "The ghost officially has a haunting permit. I think Weller’s chest is going to explode before the whistle even blows." ​"Shut up, Jake," I muttered, though my cheeks flushed a furious pink. I looked down at the court, my eyes immediately tracking the towering, dominant figure warming up near the key.

re practicing hits. Miller Patel looked up from the dining table, his face pale as he clutched his laptop. "He's right, Caleb. My cousin Jake text me from rehab. Word is the Wolves are completely unhinged without Kane to keep them disciplined. If we go out there thinking it's a standard tactical game, someone else is going to end up in the hospital."

And I couldn't wait for Avery to wake up and see what an amazing person he was. "Come on. It can't be that bad." "It is bad." Jake laughed, wheezing a little before drawing in deep breaths. "So what do you do?" He asked when I said nothing. "Oh. I'm a waitress at a club." I answered, swiping my hair behind my ears. "That's cool. I code. I build mobile apps and games. I'm currently working on one right now. Wanna see?" Jake asked, pulling out a laptop from his bag.

Blake said confidently. “Rest assured. We will triumph.” Jake said adamantly. “Fine, I’ll be visiting a friend tomorrow and will be in the area, so I’ll drop by and see how it’s going firsthand,” Blake said, pondering the situation, and saw an opportunity to visit Daren West to see how his training is progressing.

“I don’t know. He moved out west somewhere. He only makes contact via email. If I don’t deliver you to him, he’ll just find someone else to take you out.” Jake huffed out a laugh. “He can try. I do this shit for a living, that’s the part you don’t understand. Do you know what I did three nights ago? I took out three drug dealers setting up shop in my town, without blinking an eye. We might share a last name, but that’s all you are to me.”

The next few weeks I invite Jake and his brothers everywhere we go, mostly it's hanging out at the beach and it's his brother's accepting and dragging him along, but I'm sure he's getting less reluctant every time I see him. Tonight, I'm planning to drop in on him at work, on my own so he can't avoid having to escort me to Andromeda's for karaoke night, where his brother Lloyd is already with my friends, dancing and apparently trying to hide the wristbands that mark you underage so they can buy drinks.

Maddie paused as Jake let out a heavy sigh. "I know you mean well but you don't have to deprive your son of the life he could have out there just because you want to protect him. He needs to learn to protect himself because you cannot always protect him and him getting abducted the other day proved it." Maddie knew she was getting through to him when he pinched the lines between his eyebrows. "He is great at basketball and could actually be a part of a basketball team and be the best basketball player out there. He needs to be able to explore his talents and passion Jake," she paused, reaching out to take his hand in hers.