The pictures looked exceptionally good with us in the background of a picture taken of Pres and Zizo. Niki and I being in the background of the picture made it difficult for people to recognise either of us, hence the editor did not make any mention of the two kissing in the background. Instead the whole article was about the bride and bride. After seeing it, I asked them for a much clearer picture of us to frame over my bed. The picture was the second best thing since I could not wake up to her everyday as I wanted. I was ready for her to move in with me but I was afraid she would think I was rushing if I proposed that so early in the relationship or I am overthinking shit and she will gladly accept." Why come for practice if you're going to be zoned out for half of it."
" I'm doing my part ain't I?"
Jan shook her head.
" That's the problem. You're just here and not really helping us practice. Did you even hear what coach said?"
" I did."
I did not but Jan did not need to hear that. I guess the coach figured I was lying and repeated herself. This time around I did my best to be present but as soon as practice was over I was back to completely thinking of Niki.
" Your random love-struck smiles are starting to get on my nerves. I'm one of the people who was for you and accepting who you are but now it's becoming nauseating."
" You act like Kelly hasn't got you smiling at your phone for no reason. At least Niki is mine."
" Shut the fuck up and tell that woman about Willard."
" Fuck you Jan."
This is the reason I like to keep my personal issues to myself but unfortunately being a baby lesbian, I needed advice from women who had been with women for longer and that person happened to be Jan.
" I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry."
" Yeah you shouldn't have. I confided in you as a friend and didn't expect you to use this information against me."
I shoved her into one of the lockers before slinging my gym bag on my shoulder and walking out. She had ruined my mood and I needed to see Nicki to calm me and help me ease my guilt. An all black utility vehicle stopped in front of me as soon as I stepped out. My stomach dropped as the back passenger window slid down.
" Get in."
" I have somewhere to be."
I tried to walk away but their next words stopped me in my tracks.
" If you don't want the guards causing a scene in front of all these groupies I suggest you get in."
Reluctantly I got in because I knew my father did not make empty threats. Most people would be happy to see their parents but his presence just worsened my mood. He was the last person I wanted to see today or on any other day.
" At some point you have to give up this hobby and come work beside us at the company."
" I have no desire to work with you."
" You have no choice in this darling. We agreed you'd quit basketball at thirty and it's time."
" Even if I quit I am definitely not working for you or with you."
" You will do as I-"
" Or what dad! You can't threaten me anymore, I'm no longer the little insecure girl you used to manipulate with your threats. I'm grown and know better, you can't do shit."
" You ungrateful bitch!"
" Just like my father!"
This is the major reason I did not care much for my dad, he wanted me to live life on his terms. The old me would have easily agreed to this but I was done being his puppet.
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