Changing A Thug (ON HOLD)

Chapter 6

I woke up to loud banging on the door. I jumped up and ran to open it hoping it would be Tray .

I stop at a mirror and attempt to fix my messy hair. The banging got louder so I rushed to it.

I swung it open and was disappointed to see Robert.

Robert is my friend from high school. He is the definition of a drama king.

"Why is you looking all mad like you don't want to see me. " he pushed passed me walking into the room.

I sigh and comb through my hair with my fingers shutting the door.

"I was hoping you were Tray." I admit flopping down on my bed

"Girl did you brush yo teeth or shower because it smell like something died in here " he pinched his nose between his thumb and pointer finger.

I ignore his insult and continue to vent. "I tried making him jealous with Shawn and it backfired "

"Now that was a petty ass thing to do Khia. " he says

Before I could reply the door opened to reveal Michaela .

I look at Robert and he looked annoyed. Him and Michaela do not get along.

"Well Khia I gotta go. Call me so we can finish this conversation " he got up and eyed Michaela the whole way out mumbling occasionally.

I laugh at him rolling over in bed.

"How was your day" I ask her

"It was great" she replies I nod and dismiss the conversation not really wanting to talk about her and her boyfriend.

"How are you and Tray" she asks sitting down beside me.

"Not so good " I reply.

"Oh God what happened" she asked

"I don't want to talk about it, "I say getting up to get in the shower.

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I throw the ball at the three point line and it goes in making a 'swish' noise sound throughout the empty gym.

I run to get the basketball and make a layup.

It was near midnight and I was in the gym thinking . Basketball always seemed to calm me down in my time of need.

The double doors to the gym opened revealing Tray. He seemed not to notice me yet. He had on a white t-shirt and black basketball shorts with some Nike's.

I watched him closely as he went to the basketball goal near me with his basketball dunking it.

Tray was a football player, but he played basketball in high school. Football was where his heart was so he chose it over basketball.

His basketball rolled to my side of the court causing him to lock eyes with me .

I look away shooting the ball from the free throw line. I hear footsteps approaching me as I run for the ball. I look up and Tray was standing there. "I was just leaving "I spoke up walking around him till he grabbed my arm.

"Lets play a game " he says.

I look at him skeptically "a game?"

"Yea. ...we take turns shooting threes. If I make it i get to ask you a question. Nothing's off limits. But if I miss you have to ask me a question ...the same rules for you" he explained