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K E N D R I C K ATHENS, GEORGIA TEN-THIRTY am
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This was such an odd feeling. Back home, Kareem was hood famous— everyone recognized him because they'd either gone to school with him, watched him grow up or they simply knew him because he was the star athlete at his high school. This was much different though. His face was plastered on each and every billboard, he was doing televised interviews and his jerseys were selling for damn near a hundred dollars a piece. I wasn't surprised that he'd become so famous— hell, Georgia had just beaten LSU to win the national title only a few weeks ago. They were saying that Kareem's performance on the field was one for the books. He'd put up record numbers and no one on that field could contain him. He was the reason that his team had won the championship and he was definitely receiving high praise. It was almost surreal seeing him achieve so much stardom when he was still a kid in my eyes. He was signing autographs and snapping photos with fans while Kydric and I sat parked on the campus of the University of Georgia.
"That nigga done really came up, huh?" Kydric looked over at me, tossing a few M&M's in his mouth. My car was littered with candy wrappers and empty chip bags, all courtesy of him.
We'd made the seven hour trip to Athens. The trip had been a long and tiring one, and I was more than ready to be out of the cramped space of the vehicle— my ass hurt and my legs had fallen asleep a while ago. After arriving on the campus and talking to a few students, they'd all pointed us in the direction of the practice facility and we'd been here ever since. We'd been sitting in the parking lot for around an hour, waiting for Kareem to emerge from the building. He finally did, damn near thirty minutes ago, but the fans and media were on him like white on rice.
"Slick fuckin' Rick." I sat up in my seat, watching as he signed some girl's tits. "See that's what got his ass in trouble in the first place."
"Aye man, he ain't in no trouble with me." Kydric smirked. "Shit, more power to 'em. I see he learned a thing or two from me. I mean come on now, Ken— give the lil nigga his props. Twins?"
"Learned something from you?" I smirked, nudging him. "You mean how to be a hoe?"
"I ain't no hoe— shit, not no more at least." He shrugged and I gave him a weird look.
