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Kavari Keen Floyd Jr. (Junior/Vari) POV: Time: 11:25 p.m. Place: Some Random's house party
I stare at Jaylen and some girl as they grind on each other.
I drink whatever's in my red cup, clenching my jaw.
Jaylen and I make eye contact with one another. As the girl he's dancing with turns around, she looks more familiar than I expected.
Gabriela.
The fuck?
I set my cup down rushing over to them.
Jaylen done fucked up.
——SEVEN HOURS AGO——
It's game day, I'm hype, nervous, and excited as fuck. I put my beats on blasting Nardo Wick as I sit in the locker room.
A nigga boutta make three pointers all game.
I've had a lot on my mind lately.
My mom.
What happened.
Jaylen.
But I need to focus. Gotta get my shit together, I'm not tryna play like ass in front of Jaylen. I need to lock in, and lock out my thoughts.
Chris taps my shoulder getting my attention. We not as close as we were before. I don't even think we're friends, but shit, he's still my teammate. We're on the same team, go to the same school, been friends since freshman year.
Jaylen's scrawny ass means a lot to me, I've known him for three months, and it seems like I've known him all my life.
Me and Chris rarely talked, and when we do he's either asking me for a ride home or about practice. It's not awkward, just annoying as fuck. The nigga disrespected my boy and I'm not with all that.
"Wassup?" I say, taking my headphones off one ear.
"You going to that party after the game?" He asks, sitting down next to me tying his Kyries.
What is it with niggas and parties? I mean, I'd be stupid as fuck to not go, but I ain't giving nobody a ride there or home unless they're too blacked out drunk to function.
"Maybe." I say with a shrug. I might be too tired to even go.
