The James family is making a major move after Spencer decides to retire and uproot back to California, which causes the entire family to face some serious adversity.
"That's game," I scream as I make the three in the defender's face.
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The entire gym goes wild as they run to me with their phones for videos and random Instagram story post. And for most teenagers, that would be overwhelming. But I'm used to it. Everything I do makes somebody's story or newsfeed.
After I breakthrough the crowd, I walk over to a friend.
"Your stepmom is blowing you up," Kyra says before tossing my shirt from the bleachers.
I look on the floor and find my gym bag before changing my sneakers.
"I've been kind of preoccupied," I say and I watch her grin as I put on my chain.
"How come you won't let me meet your parents?" She asks and I laugh.
"Hell no," I joke before my boy Braylon walks over to shake my hand.
"Bro, I'm not understanding why you're not playing basketball. You're the best player in any pick up game." He tells me and I chuckle. "You said you're not trying to play football for your Pops in Crenshaw, right? Fuck it then. Just play basketball."
I'm an athlete. But for as long as I can remember, I was supposed to play football. That's where my focus has always been.
"But you let the bitch Milan meet them," Kyra cuts in before popping her gum.
I ignore her as I watch Milan walk into the gym with her girls and I hurry up and fix my shirt.
"Bro, you're about to fly smooth across the country. Why don't you just make up with your girl?"
"Make up and leave her for good because my dad wants to go relive his glory days?" I question and Braylon just shrugs.
"No fool, make up because that's your girl!"
I sigh. "My ex."
"Hello! Did you not hear me? Why can't I meet your parents?" Kyra asks again.
Inwardly, I chuckle because that's exactly why she can't meet my parents. She's ghetto. And while I'm not proud of it, I know Kyra's way too easy to meet my folks.
"Milan ain't no bitch," I say defensively. "And I grew up with her. Of course, she knows them."
"You're over here defending her, but also telling me y'all ain't together," she states and I shrug as I finish tying my sneakers.
"You're too loud to meet anybody's parents," Braylon tells her and I laugh.
"Look, don't worry about me and her. Just be happy we get to chill. Damn."
She sucks her teeth before reaching on the floor and tossing my book bag at me.
I catch it and reach my hand for a hand shake, just to piss her off even more.
