Kaya
"Man come on!" I said, leaving the hotel room.
My best friend and my sister came behind me.
We flew alllll the way from Georgia to New York to see the game at Dykeman for the SLAM Summer Classic.
We got there and sat down. I saw a few guys in jerseys and me and one met eyes.
He smiled at me and I smiled back. He was tall, had sort of a fade with a fro, big lips, but he was cute.
He made his way over to me.
"Hey there. I'm Josh Christopher."
"I'm Kaya Rivera"
"Rivera" He said, nodding.
"Bet, cheer me on" He said and I smiled, nodding my head.
He walked back over to his teammates, who hyped him up.
A guy in a black jersey glanced over at me and I recognized him immediately.
Sharife Cooper, my crush from school and my "fuck buddy".
He motioned for me to come over to him and I got up quickly.
I got over there and he grabbed my hand, pulling me to somewhere around back.
"Josh?" He questioned and I furrowed my eyebrows at him.
"Sharife what the hell are you talking about?"
"Of all people. Josh? One of my best friends? For real Kaya?"
Excuse me?
"What? Sharife you pay me literally no mind. Girls flirt with you, why can't a boy flirt with me?"
"Cause you showing interest back!"
"Lower your tone. We're not together and you made it known that we never will be. Good luck today" I said, about to walk off when he pulled me back.
"So you done? Just like that?"
"Done with what Cooper? We don't date"
"We don't date but you know what we do"
I rolled my eyes.
"You think I'm just your sex toy."
"That's cap!"
"Are you 100% sure? You ONLY call or talk to me when you need sum."
He looked down before running his hands down his face.
"I'm sorry"
I glared at him before rolling my eyes.
"I'm serious. I'm really sorry"
"You're not sorry, you just for some reason don't want me with another guy."
They announced that the teams should come to the court and Rife looked at me.
"Can we talk after the game please?"
I rolled my eyes before shrugging.
"What hotel you at?"
"Hamptons"
"Me too. I'll see you, aight?" He asked and I nodded.
"Can I get a good luck kiss?"
"Ri-"
"Please?"
I sighed before wrapping my arms around his neck and placing my lips on his.
It was slow and so good. One thing about him, he knows what to do with his mouth.
His lips trailed down to my neck, making me shiver.
"Y-You gotta go" I stuttered.
"Hold on" He mumbled, working on my neck.
My eyes rolled and my knees went weak.
He pulled away a few seconds later and looked at it, wiping my neck off.
"Remember who you belong to" He said, walking off onto the court.
I stood there for a while, trying to get myself together.
I walked back out, sitting back down in my seat.
My sister and best friend looked at me then at the hickey on my neck.
"Who the fu-"
"Man can we not talk about it?"
"It must be the same nigga having you waddling-"
"Ayo" I said, glaring at my sister, making her shut up.
I looked back out and saw Sharife and Josh talking before they looked at me.
Sharife said something and Josh nodded before they dapped up.
Rife glanced at me and licked his lips before holding up the number 3 at me.
I almost gasped but my eyes went a little wide and I felt my cheeks burn up.
That's our "I'm tryna fuck" symbol. We either hold up a 3 or text it to each other.
He smirked before getting in his position as the game started.
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I cheered on both Josh and Sharife. Rife's used to me screaming his name, PAUSE, while Josh got happy every time I cheered him on.
It was after the game and me, my best friend, and my sister went back to the hotel. I made sure to get my own room because I know how I am. I take up room, bed, and bathroom at all times.
I showered and laid on the bed, watching TV when I got a text.
:you up?
