𝙁𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 - Akali x Male reader

Chapter 10

***   Conrad POV   ***

"Sup?" he lifts his hand, I grab it as he pats my back after shaking it, "Said you wanted to talk to me?"

He nods, "Ah, not me. People were just talking shit and figured the best way to handle it is to let them talk to your face, you know?"

With a snort, "Ahhh, you want to instigate another fight?"

"You know me, can't live my life without drama. Besides, it sucks fighting alone."

"Do try to change Matty. One of these days someone is going to put you on your ass," then stepping past him, "Come on," I step past him as we walk into one of the houses the athletes hire out for parties.

Though they are only partying this early into the week because of next week's series of games. Nothing brings them together like getting shitfaced together after helping your best bud stroke one out.

"Hows (Y/N)?"

"Better off than most of us," I chuckle, "I assume Michelle couldn't keep her mouth shut for long. She has quite a mouth of her," then snickering to myself as he shoots me a glare.

"If you two are dating I swear-"

"God no, Matty," I give him a look of disgust, "I know you two almost as long as (Y/N). The girl just doesn't know when to shut the fuck up drunk or not."

"Thanks for bringing her home, though."

I sigh, "Just call me the big brother trying his best," we then reach the backyard as a group of three is standing at the barbeque, the smell of the food is enough to make me tolerate them for a few seconds longer than usual.

"Conrad."

I lift my head in greeting, "Matty here says you been talking shit."

He sighs, "You know we are not talking shit about you dude. Not behind your back at least, we were just talking about how had to beg Michelle to stay quiet about a little rumor about your best bud."

"Aww - you also like him? He is adorable ain't he?"

He rubs his nose with the back of his hand, "You want to tell us what this bullshit is about, or would you rather us ask him personally?"

Letting my smile fade as I sigh, "Come on dude. I asked you to cut the crap, and granted you did your absolute best to keep your ego in check," he lifts himself from his chair, "but picking on the little guy every time? You think he deserves any of the shit you gave him?"

"He is a poser," then cuffing his fists, "Just like now, a sudden rumor about that attention-seeking fuck-"

"To you," then with a mocking smile he stops short of me, "Calm down, why not sit down and have one of your boys jack you off."

He grabs me by the collar as I keep my straight face, Matty then steps forward, "Take the punch, Zackery. Two on three might be a little fairer than most of your fights."

Another one calls from the back, "Keep your nose out of Conrad's ass. Causing shit when we haven't even said anything about Conrad."

With eyes locked onto mine, he lets go of my collar as he taps my chest with the back of his hand, "You must think you are his best friend, stepping up to protect him like a dog."

I shake my head, "What we friends are for, but I might be his best friend but I am definitely not winning any rewards so I do what I can."

"How humble," he then gestures to the door as he turns to sit back down, "You can stay, just don't be a dick about everything. You should be sick of it yourself by now, having him run around spreading how he met a celeb."