Meant To Be(?)

Chapter 4

I was standing outside of the boy's locker room waiting for Ice. He was still in basketball practice so he wouldn't be out for another hour or so. Usually, we would get out of practice around the same time and we would walk home together but today the coach had cut our practice extremely short as a reward for how well we played in our last match. I use the term "we" loosely. Ever since Nicole's ankle healed up I didn't see a whole lot of playing time. It was somewhat disappointing considering how well I played in my first couple of games of action, but I decided I would take Ice's original advice and focus on learning as much as I could about the game itself.

I begin to feel bored and I didn't necessarily want to sit outside of the gym for an hour so I start roaming the halls. I really wished that I had taken the time to change out of my spandex shorts. I knew they were hugging against my ass fairly tightly, but It was an extremely hot day today and I wasn't about to wear jeans on my way home. It didn't help that i was also wearing a sports tank top so my curves were unfortunately on full display to the world. I was already beginning to hate the attention I would inevitably be getting. Boys are horn dogs at this age and it was somehow a crime to be a virgin. I had no interest in being the subject of anyone's locker room discussion, but that never stopped them from trying their luck with me.

"Aye hold on ma!" I hear from behind me.

Of course, I wouldnt even make it down the hall before running into this issue. I didn't stop walking but I could hear the footsteps behind me as whatever boy hurried to catch up. When he got to where I was he began walking beside me and he speaks.

"Icy right?" he asked.

I look over at him. I dont exactly remember his name but I do recognize his face from the junior varsity basketball team. His skin was really dark and he had a very obvious gap betweenhis two front teeth. He had an afro that looked as if it hadnt been picked in days and his pants were sagging damn near to his knees. I immediately shoot him a dirty look.

"Boy get away from me." I snap.

"Oh, word?" The boy responded, his smile indicating that he clearly wasn't taking me seriously. "So you not even gone give me a chance?"

"No" I answer without looking at him.

"Come on now baby I-"

"First of all, I ain't yo baby nigga." I interrupt.

The boy smiles again.

"Okay, lil mama I see you. You the feisty type or whatever. I bet if you let me I could give you something to get rid of that little attitude though."

I stop walking and looked at him.

"Something like what?" I asked in a cutthroat tone.

He steps closer to me and bit his lip as he looks me up and down.

"Just let me do something to that curvy frame baby. Ill have you calling me daddy in a minute."

"Boy bye!" I say pushing him back before stepping off once again down the hall.

Again the boy laughs. This was all just a game to him and it was pissing me off. Despite my snarky demeanor the boy follows after me still talking.

"Come on you know you want a real nigga to take care of you. I can have you livin' nice."

"You mean like the rest of yo little dumb ass hoes? Seriously I don't want you! Get the fuck away from me!"

"Baby I ain't got no hoes if you let me have you."

Once again I stop, this time giving him a murderous glare.

"Get the fuck out my face before I scream."