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"That's too much ass for you. Come over her bitch." One of my teammates said grabbing on the stripper who was dancing on me as I shook my head.
"Ignore him that's regular Luke shit." One of my other teammates Clyde said to me as I nodded my head. I honestly wasn't pressed. The stripper didn't even know what the fuck she was doing.
"Between me and you the bitches in New York are ten times badder." I told him looking around the club as he laughed. "Man what your little ass know about a strip club? Ain't you like 18" He asked chuckling.
"19 and my uncle owns mad clubs across the east coast. This shit ain't new to me." I said shrugging my shoulders as he just looked at me surprised. It's been a good two weeks since I been out here. Everyone is nice and welcoming expect for a few players on the team. They seem to be a lil salty being that I'm so young and was drafted on this team to help them.
"Nigga think he someone cause his father some wack ass rapper. Yo tabs on the Rookie." Luke shouted looking at me. "Nah I'm good." I said letting the comment bout my pops slide as Luke pushed the girl off of him coming towards me. "Oh shit it talks." Luke said causing a few laughs as I shook my head.
"I'm outta here." I said tired of his corny ass jokes. Looking at my watch noticing it was pass curfew anyways. "The fuck you think you going? You paying for this shit." Luke said more sternly coming in my face. Staring at him with a blank face I counted to three and before I knew it I punched him dead in his mouth causing him to fall back.
"Chill out! Aw man what the fuck." A few of the guys said holding Luke back as I shrugged my shoulders. "Little nigga you fucked up bitch ass." He mumbled while holding his bleeding jaw as I shook my head pulling my jeans up.
"Nah nigga you fucked up." I yelled pushing past the crowd to get out the club. See these niggas don't know me. I may be a quiet nigga, stick to myself and don't talk much but best believe I have my mother's short temper. I don't tolerate bullshit. So them trying to punk me and pay that bill was not happening.
"Yo E man what the fuck was that back there?" Clyde asked coming out the club behind me. Spitting on the floor I shook my head. "The nigga talk too much shit." I said as Clyde looked at me smiling while shaking his head. "Damn son coach gon be mad at you." He said as I shrugged my shoulders. I was honestly over this whole team and city in a whole.
"I'm off this." I said giving him a dap. "Be carful fireball. Don't go punching any one else." He said laughing as I shook my head. Getting in the Uber I rested my head on the chair all I could think about was a hot ass shower and my bed.
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Rubbing my eyes I felt my phone vibrate non stop. Rolling over I answered it without even looking at the caller i-d.
"Brewster! Wake your ass up now! Your all over TMZ. A teammate?! SERIOUSLY I THOUGHT YOU WERE SMARTED THEN THAT." I heard recognizing it was my agent. Leaning up looking at the clock on the wall it was 8 in the morning.
"Can we talk about this later. I'm sleeping." I said not really caring for what he had to say. "NO THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT DROPPING YOU FROM THE TEAM. YOU DONT PLAY I DONT GET PAID." He yelled as I yawned.
"I ain't do shit. That nigga asked for it. If they drop me fuck it you just need to find me a new team." I said uninterested in this conversation. Not to be arrogant but I really didn't care what happened with me on this team. I'm talented as fuck so them dropping me is there lost. Another team is bound to pick me up.
"You know what. You fired." I said hanging up the phone. Looking down my notifications I had tons of text and messages about what happened last night. I was even on TMZ. As I was about to lock the phone my mother contact picture popped up on my screen.
"Hello." I said laying down in the bed. "What the fuck is wrong with you Easton?" She yelled through the phone. "Nothing." I said as she sucked her teeth.
"So why you hitting on your teammates and you fired your agent?" She asked as I nodded my head as if she could see me. "Easton." She repeated as I cleared my throat. "Yea ma. He was talking mad shi-"
"Watch your fucking mouth." She butted in as I rolled my eyes. "He was talking out his neck trying to force me to pay for everyone. And Irv sucks at his job. Firing him is probably the smartest thing I've done in a while." I said as she remained quiet.
"Well Easton your at a point in your life where you can't go hitting people!" She shouted. "Now you know you have to apologize. Irv mentioned something about them wanting to kick you off the team." She said.
"That's what he said. But honestly I don't even care. Let them kick me off. I could find a way better team with teammates who appreciate me ma. These old niggas are straight haters." I said.
"Well maybe if your fast ass talked to me and your father in the beginning before going to fucking Texas you wouldn't be in this position. I'm going to have your father call around and see what he can do. In the mean time I'm going to catch the first flight out there. We're doing a press conference. Your announcing Irv is no longer your agent and you would like to be traded." She said as I started smiling.
"Always have to fix shit for ya." My mom vented. "That's a mom job no?" I asked laughing. "Akekeke get the hell off my line." She said before hanging up. Putting my phone on do not disturb I went back to sleep.
