[2] Coaches daughter.

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"Oh fuck, I'm late,"  turning off my engine grabbing my tote bag getting out of the car heading into the gym

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"Oh fuck, I'm late," turning off my engine grabbing my tote bag getting out of the car heading into the gym. I opened the gym doors and saw my father holding his practice. I headed over to him.

"You're late Kendi." my dad says before blowing his whistle

"Well I had to do some homework before coming."

"You should've done your work last night Kendi."

"I had practice dad, I came here dad that's what should matter right now," I said defensively

"Alright! Boys sit down in front of me and I have an announcement. Okay, so it's been hard trying to keep up with your teachers, grades, and your attendances while being here for practice, so my lovely daughter will be helping me out and becoming your manager."

They start clapping, screaming, and whistling

"Can I take her on a date!"
One of the boys on the ground says laughing

"Ha ha...not funny ten laps C. Right now."

He gets up mumbling something under his breath running his laps.

"All I ask from you guys is be respectful to her she's my daughter and I'll kill you guys if you hurt her....alright enough of that come let's get to practice we've got a championship game to win."

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"Good job guys, same time Wednesday everybody I mean everybody on time." Dad looks at me walking through the gym doors.

"Coach never told your name to the manager." a boy says behind me

I grab my tote bag turning around "oh um, I'm Kendi sorry about that."

"Well hello beautiful I'm Christian but people call me C around campus."

"Oh, I've heard of you somewhat." I awkwardly laugh.

"Oh for real? What you heard beautiful."

"Umm..."

"C. Leave her alone man. You act like you have a good reputation or some shit."

"Lorenzo shut the fuck up man nobody was talking to you."

"Watch your mouth, Christian."

"What you gonna do white boy," Christian says putting a basketball down he was playing with as Lorenzo gets up from the bench

Christian is only 5'10 but with Lorenzo hovering over him you could tell who would win this fight

"Both of you cut it the fuck out. We're way into deep for petty bullshit." another boy says pushing Lorenzo back

"Ant get your preppy white boy man thinks he's the shit around here."

Christian grabs his bag and walks out of the gym

"Sorry about that kendi we aren't like that all the time...." Terry says grabbing his bag

"Fucking C is like that all the time his ego always gets to that pinhead of his."

"Alright, Lorenzo we get it. The situation is over, grab your shit and let's go."

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"Since you're gonna be our manager, shouldn't we have your number for ' emergency'" Lorenzo speaks up laying on the side of his truck as we and the others outside.

"Terry has my number he could give to y'all and maybe have a group hat together so everybody can contact me?"

Lorenzo raises his eyebrows and looks over toward Terry

"Woah, don't think that way. She's Tiny's roommate y'all."

Lorenzo slowly nods toward my way again moving his head to look behind me.

"Nice ride."

I look behind me at my car I knew he had to be joking it's a Toyota corolla 2010, not the nicest car

"Yup um...yeah well I'm going to go see you guys Wednesday, nice meeting you guys." I say to the boys walking back to my car.

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