FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

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"What you doing for your birthday this year?" Tyrell asks, bouncing the ball up the court.

"I don't even know." He passes it to me and I make the layup shot.

"It's our last year all together, young blood. We gotta make this shit count." Hakeem teases.

Jay throws the ball back in to him and looks at me. "Especially for the rookie hotshot." He claps me on the back as he jogs up court.

"Y'all sound like Lia's dad with that wild ass lingo."

"Mr. Ward gotta be one of the coolest dads I ever met in my life." Ty says. "My question is though, how is he still able to box like he's in his 20s? How old is he?"

"Mid 40s, I think. Gotta be. Me and Lia parents around the same age. They met in college."

"Damn. And he could whoop yo ass, couldn't he?" Ty says with his hands on his hips.

I nod without even questioning it. That's not something I'd ever want to put myself in the position for. Keeping up with him, I can do. Beating him? Hell no.

"I don't doubt it. He look like he ain't to be played with." Jay says, out of breath. "It's the cool dads that be always ready to fuck somebody up forreal. Take Midas pops for example."

Midas starts laughing as he guards Hakeem, keeping him making his shot.

"My dad just got arrested like a month ago."

"What?" I look over at as I walk to grab my water bottle. We've been running scrimmages for about an hour and a half. It's hot as hell in this gym. You'd think the AC broke or something... again.

I don't know what the hell they do over the summer,
but this is crazy.

"For what? What the hell?" Hakeem asks as he finally shakes Midas.

"I told y'all my sister worked at the bar this summer. They don't close until 2 or 3 in the morning most nights and you know them dudes be in there drunk off their ass."

"Awe hell." Ty murmurs.

"But me or my dad dropped her off and picked her up because... who the fuck bouta let her drive to a bar and come home that late around drunk ass men?  Anyway, Rebecca texted me at like midnight asking me to come get her but I was sleep so Cam called her from her phone. She was crying, like bad. So Cam woke me up and gave me the phone. Bro-." He chuckles and everybody stops moving.

We all look at each other and then give him the same look. He had to be crazy, we're assuming.

"These dudes that came in from out of town were there. I guess they was on vacation or something but they were harassing her. Like would not leave her the fuck alone to do her job. Asking her what she doing after work, if she got a boyfriend. If they can pay in other favors."

"Oh my God." Tyrell bounces the ball, already knowing where this is going.

"Long story short, they ended up pressing charges for assault. My dad got a lawyer, explained the situation, gotta do 90 days."

"Damn. He had to pay a fine, too?" Hakeem asks.

"No." Midas scrunches his face up. "He ain't paying them shit. He was supposed to do 60 days but they extended it because he ain't want to pay them the $1500 a piece."

I smack my teeth and we all laugh. Ain't no fuckin way. But then again, should we really be surprised?

"He ain't worried about that jail shit. That man did 20 in the state prison." Midas waves it off.