Karmelo tried to spark a conversation but I completely ignored him.... sure we were probably going to be teammates come basketball season but right now I just wanted to be left alone with my thoughts. Surprisingly my thoughts were of home, I missed my boys and I wondered if I would get the opportunity to face them during the season, I should probably check the schedule so I could see who we would be playing but I didn't want to think about that until I had to. My thoughts then drifted to the conversation I had with Uncle Seven, he was the easiest person to talk to about what I was going through.... I know it was stupid of me to be DL, three of my uncles were out and proud, four if you counted Uncle Zay but I've always been a private person, I've learned that opening my mouth usually led to trouble, plus I was still trying to figure this shyt out. This nigga Karmelo was definitely DL though, he was trying to discreetly look at my print and honestly, I didn't even mind, I adjusted my shorts to give him a better view though I didn't have to do much because.... well I'm a Hayes so you already know I was packing. We pulled up to the store and when we walked in this nigga grabbed a cart.... this nigga said a couple of things, now I got the feeling we had very different meanings of the phrase 'a couple'.
"Damn, I didn't know we were going grocery shopping." I said sarcastically as Karmelo began pushing the cart through the store. "How long do you plan on being because I kinda need to get back?" I said knowing I would probably hear from my cousins about leaving them and most likely I would get lectured for 'lying'.
"I just gotta grab a couple of things, I don't feel like carrying them because my arms are sore from my workout earlier. My dad had a home gym installed in our basement so I could have somewhere to workout and lately that's been my bedroom since I've been in there so much." Karmelo said going over to the personal care section.
"Damn, what you need some many condoms for?" I asked as Karmelo grabbed like twenty boxes and like six or seven bottles of lube. "You having a sex party or what?" I asked chuckling at my own joke even though if he was, I definitely wanted an invite.
"Nah it's not like that but now that you'll be there to watch TJ and Taryn, I'll have a lot more free time on my hands and I wanna be prepared for any and every situation.... Speaking of parties, there's this party in like two weeks on campus, real lowkey event you trying to go?" Karmelo asked and I hesitated because after Antwan's parties I was still burned out.
"I'll umm.... I'll let you know." I said wanting to test this theory I had from earlier. I pretended to yawn and stretched my arms above my head, I leaned back slightly which caused my print to be exposed in full force.... Karmelo glanced for three seconds before pretending to grab some more stuff. "So you said your dad installed a gym, you trying to show me? My uncle Tion has one but since we're on the same team I wouldn't mind being your workout partner." I said walking down the aisle to grab the stuff on my mom's list, also noticing Karmelo grabbed some cleansing stuff which basically confirmed my suspicions.
"Yeah, I'll show you when we get to my house, but I'll be honest it's probably not as nice as Tion's... sometimes I forget that he's in the NFL, your uncle is so humble and laid back unlike some of the other NFL players I know." Karmelo said.
"Yeah some of them are dicks... arrogant as fuck and trash as hell, they think they're superstars but the truth of the matter is they're average players on good teams. I remember one of them tried me at my uncle's New Year's Party and I was about to beat the fuck outta him if it weren't for my Uncle Seven stepping in." I said remembering that night vividly, though I picked up on something in Karmelo's voice he almost seemed bitter towards football players and I wondered which one had broken his heart.
We finished shopping and the ride back we talked about my favorite topic, music... according to Karmelo if he had to define my taste in music it would be toxic masculinity covering an old 90's R&B soul. That was fair, I've been described as a hood nigga with a lovers soul, but I liked to believe that my taste in music reflected my sex skills on the surface I would dick you the fuck down on some rough shyt, some nasty shyt that would leave you speechless.... but if you really got to know me, I mean me at my core I was willing to bring out the slow baby making sex that would have you obsessed with me.
