FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

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Malia may be rubbing off on me after all. Midas did what I asked him to and woke me up but the amount of sheer annoyance that I felt was out of this world.

Even as we walk to practice, I'm irritated. It dissipates with each step, but still. By the time we get to the building, I'm no longer upset. I'm just ready to play.

"There's our star stunners!" Coach shouts as we walk into the gymnasium. Our friends and the rest of the team looks at us and I smile. Midas waves like he's the queen, causing them to laugh.

"Alright. First things first. This is the first official practice with the team as it will be, hopefully, for the whole season. Our seniors from last year did exactly what they planned to. Three of went to regional teams, two went NBA. That's good shit, boys."

We clap for their success. They deserve it. They were on the team since they were freshman. Hopefully, I make it to that point. I will make it to that point.

"We've got some new young men, new faces, new talent this year. I expect the assimilation to be perfect as it always is. Welcome them with open arms boys. We function as one, on and off this court. With that being said, go ahead and introduce yourselves boys."

The freshmen on the team make themselves known. There's six of them. They go one by one, staring names and hometowns. Two of them are from my city, three are from out of state and one is from where Hakeem lives.

After they introduce themselves, we go next. It goes by a little slower since there's more of us but eventually we finish and get to practice. There are a few new plays that we go over. One that's kept is an improvised one. The play that helped us beat Duke last year. It resulted in a foul shot but that was no fault of our own.

As we do our stretches and warm ups, Coach announces that we'll be doing suicide drills. Hakeem and Midas groan and he looks at them. They quickly regain composure and get into position on the line. Tyrell looks at me from down the line and narrows his eyes.

He's going to turn this into a competition.

And I'm gonna kick his ass.

Coach blows the whistle and we start banging them out. The first people to getting tired are of course, the freshman. That's expected but they're still running them. That's good for stamina. Coach uses this exercise to gauge who to place where for complex plays, harder competition and the end of games. That's where things get the most high strung and we need the power movers.

Toward the middle of practice, we're all sweating and breathing heavy. Coach calls for a break and we get to our water bottles. I drink from mine and then smack my lips. It tastes kind of sweet. I take the cap off and look inside. 

Malia poured some sweet tea in here for me before she ran out. It's mixed with more water to keep me hydrated but it still tastes good. I text her and tell her thank you. She texts me back with a heart. Right after, she sends me a picture of her in my bed with some Oreos watching my plant show.

I heart it and tell her that I love her before locking my screen.

"Aye Joon?"

"Yeah?" I look for who called my name.

Jay walks over to me. "Anybody decided on what we doing for our fundraising event?"

"I think we should do the car wash." Tyrell says.

"The cheerleaders already did that, though." I tell him.

"Okay? They did it last year, too. They do it every year. But if we do it, I guarantee we make more money than them." Tyrell argues his side.