𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗘 ✔️ | 𝗧𝗝𝗠

2.

BREAK FROM TORONTO
This what 'sauga feels like in the night time'

FEDEXFORUM.

We sat at our seats, surprisingly close to the court. I rolled my eyes as I thought about the posts shaderoom would make when someone who probably followed me on social media would notice me.

The seats started to fill up in the rows, it was packed the hell out. Mothers, daughters, and even fucking grandparents arrived. The players came out, practicing shots on the court before the game as cameras flew everywhere. Brent Fayiaz , "rehab" played lowly in the background. I hummed to the song watching the players.

"Ain't that tha' nigga that was staring at you in the line?" Kays eyes furrowed and looked in a certain direction— little did de'arra know , it was all an act. As I turned to answer her, she beat me to it.

"That's fuckin' Ja Morant dede!" She squealed as she squinted at him.

"Why aren't you wearing your glasses, kaylee?" I asked changing the subject. She mugged me and waved her hand , shrugging me off.

"Answer my question fucka'." She said. I nodded my head picking up my fries and eating a few. I looked over at kay, only to see her holding a big toothy grin. A fuckin' weirdo.

"What now kay?" I sighed and asked her , but she didn't answer. Her head was in a stuck still position — she seemed to be looking at something. I turned my head towards her direction that her eyes followed, only to see 12 staring at me, while other players on the team talked to him in a little group.

I furrowed my eyebrows at him as we locked eyes. I didn't get it, what was so important he needed to stare at me for?

Before I knew it, he was walking over towards me.

I stared up at him with a mugged confused look on my face. He laughed looking down at me.

"my fault for staring earlier, and just then. I'm ja or jamel, and you are ..?" He trailed off with a smile on his luscious lips. I pursed my lips, "yea , it was a bit weird for a second, and I'm de'arra" I responded , looking up at him.

He laughed to my response. "ya' just really caught my eye, especially with your outfit. It's fye" he responded with a smile again, looking me up and down. I got a queasy response to that from my stomach. Fucking "butterflies".

"Well thank you, ain't too bad ya' self 12" I responded and locked eyes with him. The buzzer rung, meaning it was time for the game to be started, but he was still standing there looking at me deviously. It made me shiver a bit, but I held my composure.

A dark skinned man —- about almost the same height as ja, tapped his shoulder — but quickly stopped to look at kaylee.

"Kaylee?" He questioned, taking off the shades he had on as if he couldn't believe something. "D fuckin' tap?" Kaylee said, pulling down her dress as she stood from her seat.