Age Ain't Nothing But A Number

Chapter 5

So instead of doing a recap I think I'm going to do a FF and catch y'all up. Last time it was the last chapter it was still the first day of school. I'm going to skip ahead to the football game because I don't want to take up too many chapters focusing on one day.

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::Kamari's POV::

I was at Aaliyah's getting ready for the game today. I was kind of excited, Chresanto and I have been talking on the phone at night and texting throughout the day. He's really sweet and has been such a gentleman. Walking me to class and carrying my books. I won't lie he got ya girl crushing and that's rare. I finished up cutting my shirt and held it up.

"What do you think? Should I add some slits on the sides too or would that be too much.

"I think it's cute like that." she said before getting up from her vanity and going to look at herself in the mirror.

"You look so cute in Jacob's jersey. He's gonna looove it!" I said in a singing tone. "Can you draw his number on my cheek?"

"Yeah, just let me put my shirt on." she was fixing her hair in the mirror, "And before you know it, you're going to be wearing Chres' jersey." she said turning around to look at me.

"Girl please!  He doesn't even like me like that." I said grabbing some eye liner off her vanity. "Who you tryna convince me or you?" she folded her arms giving me a "yeah right" face.

"Before you know it y'all going to be boo'd up and I'm going to be telling you I told you so." she sat down so I could put Jacob's number on her since she was a little taller than me.

"Yeah, yeah we'll see." I said blushing at the thought.

We finished getting ready and I looked in the mirror checking myself out one last time before we go. I had on a blue and white shirt that I cut up and made into a crop top, it has our school's name on it, some daisy duke high waisted medium wash jean shorts, with customized white air force ones with a blue bedazzled swoosh on the side.

I wrote all the guy's jersey numbers on the back, but I made sure to make Chresanto's a little bigger than the others.

"You ready?" Aaliyah asked. I nodded and grabbed my purse, we hopped in her Jeep and headed to the game.

{It's halftime and since it's a scrimmage the guys aren't in full uniform and the team is split up and going against each other.}

"Wooo! Go baby! Go!" Aaliyah cheered.

"Damn I don't know who to root for. Why would they pick opposite teams? I feel like they did it on purpose." I said, Jacob and Chres were on one team and Ray and Craig were on the other.

"Giiirl don't lie. You know you want to root for Chres." she laughed and rolled her eyes before turning my way to look at me.

"Uh no!" I said in my Michael Kyle voice. "I'm not biased, I root for all my friends equally."

"Yeah right tell that to the big ass #7 on your back." she poked me in my arm.

"Girl sit your fucking neck back." I said rolling my eyes with a smile. She was right though, just then I locked eyes with him.

He winked at me and smiled, "He is sexy as hell though." as I bite my bottom lip, I gave him a little flirtatious wave.

"You want something from concessions? I'm thirsty as hell and this sun ain't making it no better."