"Honestly," He dribbles the ball a couple of times before shooting it up in the air. "I just be chillin." The ball went in with a swoosh.
I stand with my arms folded and chuckled to myself. "That's what all the hoes say." I mumble to myself. He tilt...
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I dunk the ball into the basket in the gym, hanging on it before hopping down. "You can do all them dunks if you want to but it don't mean shit if you can't get them threes down." Melo comments on the bleachers dribbling his ball underneath his legs.
I sniff my nose, sweat trickling down face. I dribbled the ball a couple of times then I hopped off my foot, shooting the ball just for it to hit off the back board. I curse under my breath and Trae gave me my rebound.
"Bruh why all yo shots off? They been like that for the past two games." Bryce asks sitting next to Melo on the bleaches. I dribble the ball in between my legs, shooting it again just for it to miss..again.
"I don't know. You think if I knew I'd keep fucking up?" I ask beyond irritated and Bryce just chuckled shaking his head. "You just mad cause yo ass got clowned down at that Catholic school." He spits out and with out thinking I threw the ball at his head but he dodged it making both him and Melo laugh.
"Yo Mikey, calm the fuck down." Trae says snickering along with them. I don't get why these niggas are laughing. Like what's funny. I'm in a crisis, my game is off and I'm tryna see why.
They supposed to be helping me and instead they laughing like shit is funny. "That's okay. Cause when I get back on my shit, it's gone be over for y'all." I said nodding to myself, practicing my free throws again. "Yeah alright Mike." Trae says rebounding me.
"Ooo weee speaking of rebound.." Melo says looking intently at his phone. His eyes kept getting bigger and bigger and he was bouncing in his seat. "Yo, I'm so glad I gotta a messy girlfriend." He says waving his hand and laughing.
"What Lemme see." Bryce says leaning over to see the screen with him and his mouth automatically drops. Trae looked over at the bleachers and walked over before passing me my rebound. "Damn Zee, get in there!" Bryce eggs on and my shot immediately fell through the air not even touching the basket.
"What the hell are y'all even watching?" I ask getting more annoyed that they was watching whatever what was on the phone instead of helping me. The one time I ask for help that's when they wanna play around.
"Sarah sent me this video she caught the night of the launch party when she was closing up. And well now I see why Jalen went MIA on a nigga." Melo says looking at his phone with the rest of the boys. I marched over there and snatched the phone away.
"Lemme see this shit." I looked at the screen and I could feel my blood burn throughout my whole body. Jalen was holding up Zee on the rail thing and they was fucking lip locking. His head was in the way so I couldn't see much happening in the three second clip. I started the clip over and watched it again. And again. And again.
I flared my nostrils and gave Melo his phone back. "You know they talk now right?" Melo asks me with a wide smile on his face and I grabbed my ball again dribbling it across the court. "So?" I shrug tryna stay calm as possible. What do I care?
