A/N: I deleted it from the women's imagine book...
Ben Simmons
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Your POV
"Why exactly are we going to this game?" I asked my brother.
"Because my best friend asked me to come see him play," he replied and I rolled my eyes.
"Your best friend is an asshole," I told him as I let him in my house.
"He isn't. You're just mean," he replied immediately going on my fridge. I smacked him upside his head and he hissed.
"What? I'm just seeing if you got food," he said and I rolled my eyes again.
"Don't be in here touching my shit or Ima kick ya ass," I told him and went upstairs. Lucky for me, I had already showered and did my nightly skin care routine including moisturizing my entire body from my head down to my feet. I threw on some blue ripped skinny jeans, a black long sleeved shirt with a black bomber jacket because it was cold out. I grabbed my black satin beanie and threw on my Jordan 1 Retro High Royal Toe. I grabbed my phone and just put my cards in my pocket. I went back downstairs to see this bitch eating my fruit snacks.
"Bitch, I told you not to touch my shit," I said snatching my fruit snacks out of his hands.
"You're mean," he said standing up to dust himself off.
"Come on, big head," I said handing him the fruit snacks. We left my house and he blasted every song her could before we got to the Arena. He parked where the players parked because he was on the team but he injured himself and was out. We made our way into the arena and my brother was talking to his teammates. I went to get snacks and came back to my seat. I felt someone's stare on me making me not want to look up from my phone.
"How much he paid you to come to the game?" I heard someone ask. I looked up to see Ben towering over me.
"For your information, he didn't pay me. Even though he probably should. Y'all gonna lose today? I'm pretty sure y'all will," I asked him and he laughed.
"Wanna bet?" he asked smiling at me.
"What we betting?" I asked him and he thought about it.
"We win, you go on a date with me. We lose, you go on a date with me," he said and I looked at him.
"Yeah, no. Neither option sounds enjoyable to me," I said eating a piece of popcorn.
"Okay, fine. We win and you go on a date with me. We lose and you can finally give me a tattoo," he said and I smiled.
"That sounds like an easy bet. Score twenty points and you got yourself a bet," I said.
"It's a bet," he said sticking his hand out for me to shake. I shook his hand and he smiled at me. He stole some of my popcorn and ran off.
"Not you flirting with Ben," my brother said and I waved him off.
"If you think that's flirting, then I see why you're single," I told him and he rolled his eyes. The game was about to start and I caught Ben looking at me. He winked as they walked onto the court. They jumped for ball and the 76ers got the ball first. Ben did a not so flashy layup making the first points.
"Momma wants to talk to you tonight," my brother, Ryan said and I looked over at him.
"I'm not talking to her until she stops bringing up me not wanting kids right now. I'll have them when I'm ready," I said to him and he nodded.
"I can't say I understand because she doesn't do that to me, but I know it's gotta be frustrating," he replied and I nodded. We watched the game and it became intense as it went on. The people were on the edge of their seats, so was I. They were fouling Ben from left to right.
When halftime rolled around, you could see a bruise forming on his arm slowly. He most likely just brushed it off because of the adrenaline pumping from the game.
"You look worried about Ben," Ryan said teasingly.
"He's been getting fouled since the game started and shut up before I fuck up your other knee, whore," I told him. Ben ran out of the locker just to be a dick and took a sip of my sprite before running back. It was something he always did and it was always annoying.
"He like likes you," Ryan said trying to take my popcorn.
"Stop," I said and he whined.
"Give me some popcorn," he said and I groaned handing him the bag. He took some and gave me back my bag. A few minutes afterwards the game started back and Ben was in. He had twelve points in the game so far.
Third quarter was coming to an end and he ended up getting fouled hard. He flew back onto me making me spill my popcorn all over him. He groaned in pain and I kind of fell bad.
"You alright?" I asked him and I realized the referee didn't call the foul.
"Ref, that was a foul. Review the play or something. He pushed him out," I said trying to help Ben up, but he just groaned even more. They came and got Ben off the side lines. The game ended with the 76ers winning by eight and Ben scored his twenty points. Ryan made me wait outside of the locker room while he talked to his friends. I mentally groaned when Ben walked over to me.
"So looks like I get to take you out on a date," he said and I nodded.
"I'm a woman of my word," I told him and he nodded.
"Let's go," he said and I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Right now?" I asked and he nodded.
"Let me text Ryan," I told him and he nodded again. I sent a quick text to my brother and waited for a response. He sent back a middle finger and told me to have fun.
"Let's go," I told him. I followed behind him as we walked out of the arena to his car.
"Keep up, shorty," he said teasingly and I rolled my eyes. He opened his passenger side door for me and I got in.
"Thanks," I told him. He closed the door and I put my seatbelt on. He put his duffle bag and his shoes in his trunk before getting in the car with me.
"Where are we going?" I asked as he started up his car.
