His Favorite - Jordan Poole

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Jordan POV (FINALLY)

It's been 2 weeks since the incident.

"Delete my number and never fucking speak to me again." Lydia spits before pushing through the boys and leaving the locker room. The guys look at me while I hold my cheek. Damn, she got a heavy-ass hand.

"Lydia!" I hear Coach Kerr call to her before walking out.

"Bro, what the fuck happened?" Moody asked coming up to me.

"Damn she slapped the fuck out of you," Juan says standing next to me.

I wanted to chase after her but I stood there. I fucked up badly. Saying all those mean things to her. The dynamics at practices were different. She ensured that her dance practice was over even before all the guys arrived.

Maybe I did overreact with the whole Tatum thing. But she played a part in it too!

"Bro, you good?" I hear Ralen ask walking into the living room. "I fucked up bad," 

"I heard what happened but just give her some time. I promise she will come around." He responds back taking a seat next to me. 

I hope so. 

Lydia POV

It's been 2 weeks since the incident.

After I walked out of the locker, I made sure to get my shit and get the fuck out! If I could've dragged his ass, I would've! But look the past is in the past and I'm over him. With the guys traveling to their away games, this allowed more time for the girls to practice in the gym. It was nice not having to see his face.

Today, Ayesha and the girls invited me out to brunch. I cannot deny brunch. I love brunch and it was on a yacht!

"Look who it is! My girl!" Ayesha says as I walk onto the top deck with Maya following me. "HEY BITCHES!" Maya yells as we all greet each other.

"I feel like I barely see you," Mariah says as we sit next to each other at the table. "Girl I know," I say resting my head on her shoulder.

"How have you been?" Sydel asked adjusting her glasses on her face. "Guys, pause. Is this an intervention?" I ask looking at all of them.

"No," They all say in unison. "We just want to make sure you are good," Audi adds.

"I'm fine guys," I say pouring myself some champagne. "I'm fine."

I am not. 

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Jordan POV

Today we played against the Miami Heat and we did not win. The Miami Heat won the game with a score of 116-109. It sucks but we got them next time!

"Alright, boys rest up! We head out back to San Fran tomorrow morning," Coach Kerr says as he walks off the bus, and we all head into our hotel. I was tired. Physically and mentally.

"Bro, you good?" Steph asks as we walked into our shared room. "Yeah just tired," I say dropping my bag on the couch. "Aight bro hit the showers." He says before walking into his bed.

The night went on and we both went to bed pretty early. In the midst of the night, I hear Steph's phone go off. I look over and see his phone vibrating on the side table.

"Nigga go answer your phone!" I groaned flipping to the other side of the bed. I hear him get up and say "Yes babe,"

"BABE WE OUTSIDEEEEEE!" Ayesha yells into the phone. He walks out into the living room leaving me in the room. I look at the time and it read 1:00 AM. Let me go back to sleep! I close my eyes and a few minutes later I hear my phone vibrating on the bedside table.