Wanted For Pleasure: vol 2

Chapter 19: fight schmight

"a powerful measure of desire for aggression had to be reckoned as part of their instinctual endowment."

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"Morgan," I groan, plopping back onto the mattress. "can you come on already?"

"What if I wear this?" She models a seventh outfit choice.

"It's just a basketball game."

"But I don't wanna be all slutty, you know, people are probably going to stare."

"I doubt anyone will care."

"You're just saying that." She sucks her teeth and disappears into the walk-in closet again.

"ARGH!" I throw a temper-tantrum seeing as though we're going to be late if it's up to her.

"Okay," she rings, presenting herself again. "this?"

"Yes, it's fine, let's go."

She slouches and starts to frown. "Okay, just go without me."

"Fine-"

She stomps her foot. "You're not supposed to agree."

I slap my forehead and start to laugh. "I don't know what you're going through, but let's speed it up."

She flips me off and goes back into the closet.

"I don't want to be seen." She whines, stomping her foot in the closet.

Finally, though, she walks back out with the first outfit on: the t-shirt made me for me and the team with my last name on it, black bike shorts, scrunched white socks, and a pair of chunky sneakers. She still looks beautiful, hair worn curly for a change and I love it, her jewelry is blinging, fresh set of nails and eyelashes - just overall more understated than usual.

"See how easy that was?" I ask, handing her the Prada bag.

She puts her dark sunglasses on and playfully pushes me out of the way so she can go downstairs first.

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Edison's Challenge is a much bigger event than we were told. I expected a lot of spectators and a few cameras but this is a fucking production.

There's sponsors everywhere, multiple food options across several concession stands, an arcade, indoor shops go purchase merch for the event, and a claustrophobic amount of basketball courts hosting different games all at once. It's, like, a step up from the tournament I played last year. What a fucking nightmare that was.

"Sup, bro?" Jabari sneaks up on me.

I dap him up.

"Redemption." He says to me, shaking my shoulders.

I know what that means, he doesn't have to remind me.

"Hey, Chris." Jasmine says to me quietly. She just hugs my body from the side and then goes over to the bleachers to get comfortable beside Morgan.

Jabari gives me a look and I start to laugh. "What, I didn't say anything?"

He shakes his head. "She still ain't apologize?"

"Nope."

"I'll make her."

"Don't worry about it."

"For real?"

I put my hand up. "It's forgiven."

Besides, I know she probably just feels dumb at this point and isn't mature enough to address me correctly to fix things and take accountability. It's okay, really. As long as their marriage is better and she's friend with Morgan, I'm fine.