My Type

Chapter 15

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"Y'all ain't practicing like the team that's about to play for their second straight state championship" coach yells at us and he gave up and we just been running. I'm in good condition so I'm not trippin but my line might pass out "we'll run til I pass out" he says and my nigga yo ass on the sideline so just say we finna run all day

"No leadership from upperclassman or captains" our offensive coordinator says

"Stop running" he says and I keep my head up and my hands on my hips as I try and catch my breath "Y/N how many rings do you have" he asks me

"2" I say

"What did it take to get those" he asks

"Commitment and everything we had to give" I say simply because that's what sports is when you make it to the big stage you leave it ALL out there

"So maybe you can tell me why my team is acting like we fucking suck. Acting like we ain't playing for a state title on Saturday. I don't wanna get embarrassed. Two minute water and back out here and finish practice the right way or we'll run some more" he says blowing his whistle and we break out and I ain't trippin on water so I walk over to the bench and give my legs a break

"Coach Evans you gon let me make up that test" Nick asks the cheer coach

"Nick you came 10 minutes late to my class and didn't even have the notes. IT WAS OPEN NOTE HELL NAH" she says

"See what had happened was it wasn't my fault. I felt sick so I ain't wanna bring that in yo class" he says

"The real question is can we join the team cause this nigga trippin" I say as he blows the whistle and practice starts again. Today we don't even have pads on it's just helmet and shorts. That don't mean this track nigga

"Nah y'all too big I'm tryna win nationals again" she says and I laugh as we run up to the huddle

"Offense up here and defense down there. Light contact ion want nobody getting hurt. However we want it game like so let's go" he says and I jog up to the offensive coordinator and get my plays. I wipe my hands on my shorts and clap my hands for the center to hike the ball. I pump fake, spin the ball in my hands to adjust and launch it to Myles running his route. It was an absolute dime and he strides into the end zone. Luckily we end practice on a much better note than we started and I'm in the locker room changing out of my practice stuff

"Coach was on one today oh my God. He was yellin bout everything" Manny says

"On me like I get it was gotta do better than today but some of these niggas ain't gon respond to today" I say

"He was busting our balls starting at stretching" Nick says

"I'm just glad it's over now and I get to go home and try and make steak and potatoes for Saweetie. I told her I could cook and she love to eat so she'll know if I go pick it up from somewhere" I say putting all my stuff in the backpack and walking out to my car

"You can't cook" Manny says laughing and I'm like my nigga I know that's my dilemma but I mean how bad can it be right

"Baby you ready to whip it up" she asks when we pull up to the school

"Oh you already know we gotta go to the store first though" I say and we say our goodbyes and I help her in the car and go to the store

"Now you know damn well you can't cook" she says

"Baby I'm from Louisiana I'm basically a food avenger. Even if I don't know it's still gon be bussin" I say

"You right so I know it's finna be seasoned well" she says