MIXTAPE: High School Ballers

run it, dylan metoyer

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- DYLAN METOYER -
- RUN IT -

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i got friends and you got friends
they hop out and you hop in
i look fly and they jockin'
the way you drop, drop
makes me wanna pop

bronny0️⃣⭐️
maliya

bronny0️⃣⭐️
don't be a lame, can dylan come?

maliya🏐🤍
ooh, fs invite his fine self

bronny0️⃣⭐️
🤦🏽‍♂️

tonight was my halloween party. mostly everyone i invited went to sierra canyon with me. i was dressed as harley quinn. basic, i know, but i couldn't find a costume and went with her last minute.

i put the last of the fake spiderwebs onto my front yard bushes as a black car pulled up. out hopped bronny, amari, justin, dylan, and 3 more of the varsity players. how they all fit, considering they were all above 6'0, no clue.

"aye! maliya!" amari yelled out to me, walking through my grass to dap me up. "what's up wit you gang?" i asked as i shook up with each player, getting small 'nothings' as a response.

at the end of the line was dylan, dressed as batman. "come on now man!" i exclaimed. "what?"

"batman? for real? you're a traitor." dylan just laughed at this before replying, "i'm not a villain! you criminal." we both laughed before being cut off by the fakest throat clearing noises i'd ever heard.

"enough of that, and dylan take 3 steps away from the youngin." shy said, pushing dylan away from me as the team smirked. "man shut up and go in. and we're the same age fool."

as the boys walked in, i turned back to dylan and we both laughed before following them in.

inside, there were strobe lights and loud music playing. only an hour into the party and there was already cups everywhere, and it smelled like the inside of a sky zone.

i went to get a drink, losing track of dylan and the rest of the boys. looking around while taking small sips of my drink, i spot my best friend aaliyah and walk over to her.

"hey! i didn't even see you come i-"
"we can talk later, who is THAT?"

aaliyah was one of my friends who didn't go to sierra canyon. i looked to where she was pointing to see amari bailey.

"girl, that's amari. go talk to him, it's about time y'all met anyway."

little did i know, dylan was telling amari to come and spit game at aaliyah as well.

when i look back over to the boys, i see amari shoving dylan forward. dylan looked back angrily and walked towards me, immediately fixing his face with a smile when he saw i was looking.

"so uh, maliya. you played a great game last night." i laughed lightly, "thanks metoyer. i can't wait until your season starts. i'm at all the games."

"are you?"
"for sure. i'm gon have one of those big cardboard cutouts of your face and your jersey number on my shirt."
"sounds like a plan to me."