Down Bitch *Plus size story*

8

Joi POV

"So you still think you don't like him or you're still faking" Brianna asked as we watched them practice.

"I don't like him. He is just my friend."

"Mhm..." She laughed.

"What's up with you and Josh?" She instantly started blushing.

"That is my man." I gasped and she laughed.

"Since when?" I squealed.

"Since the incident a couple of weeks ago." I nodded remembering. "I told him how I felt and he explained his actions and I felt as though we both were wrong like I should have told him how I felt instead of assuming he knew." I nodded.

"Oh Shit!" I heard someone yell and my eyes shot to Jamal laying in the ground.

We all walked over to him.

"Mal are you okay?" I kneel in front of him. He nodded and I stood up and helped him up.

"Robinson, have a seat" Coach said and he leaned on me and we walked to the bleachers.

"Oh my god!" I heard a screeching scream. "Jamal are you okay, baby?" Parker ran over.

"I am not your baby and I am cool now go back to what you were doing." He flagged her and she sighed.

"I am sorry about yesterday. I just want you to myself and what you said yesterday made me realize that I have no right trying to tear you away from your friend." He just stared at her and she sighed "okay, I am done." She stood up and walked off.

"Are you okay Mal?" I asked softly.

"It's just my back." I started feeling around.

"Tell me what hurts." He nodded and I started to apply pressure and he winced.

"Right there." He groaned and I started massaging his back. "Did you ask your mom to come over to my house?" I nodded as if he could see me.

"Yeah." I sighed "she said as long I am back in the house by eleven thirty it is alright." He nodded.

"This shit feels good." He groaned.

"I know I used to be my dad's BT aka baby trainer." We laughed. "well me and my mom. He used to be a boxer and a basketball player." I sighed remembering my dad.

"What happened to him?" He asked.

"He got shot after he won a boxing match. My mom said the people betting on his opponent did it because they lost lots of money. My mom never really was able to finish telling me the story. She Jess says that she didn't allow me to go to the funeral because I was way too young. I kind of think that was unfair of him to take away my last goodbye but that last goodbye wasn't going to change anything." I shrugged and he pulled my shirt in front of him and he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"I apologize about that." I shrugged.

"That was like almost nine years ago and I was only eight and I just try not to think about it." He nodded.

"I try to do the same thing." He sighed.

"What do you mean?"

"My dad died the summer before last. He was hit off the road by a drunk driver." He looked down and I rubbed his back. "I just push it to the back of my mind. I got my little sister and my mom. I am the man of the house now. I can't afford to sit around and be sad and crying."

"Yeah I understand. But it is okay to talk about it and cry it out. I mean I know you feel like the man in the house and you shouldn't cry or you have to be strong for everyone but it is okay Jamal." I lifted his head "it's okay and if you ever need to talk I am here. Honestly." He stared into my soul and I couldn't look away.