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"I WISH I knew what these numbers meant." Sunjai frowned as they put the Grizzlies starting five stats on the tv screen, she was looking at Ja's but she didn't understand basketball so it was hard for her to actually understand what they meant.
"Basically he getting 613 bussdown, middle part wit' lashes and toes down every week." Her bestfriend said from the kitchen where she was on cooking dinner while on FaceTime with her man.
Infiniti knew basketball pretty well since her older sister used to stay up all the time, late at night watching the games each week.
Sunjai nodded, "Damn, that hoe raw as fuck."
"Goin' dumb." Infiniti took a sip from her homemade Shirley Temple.
Sunjai stood up from the couch as she walked into the kitchen, "We need some friends." She leaned against the wall and watched Infiniti make their Chicken Alfredo. "Just like one more."
"I'm good, Memphis bitches are a different type of weird." Infiniti waved her hand. She had gotten into a verbal altercation yesterday with somebody at the store and wouldn't let it go.
"Girl, they probably say the same thing about you." Sunjai stood in front of her phone and waved to Kareem, Infiniti's boyfriend who just nodded his head at her before continuing rocking his gun back and forth. "You been smoking dead opps?"
Kareem looked at before chucking, "Shut the hell up, Sunjai." He shook his head. "Yo' ass stupid."
"You would've thought after getting shot 7 times you would had settle down, but I guess I was wrong." Sunjai hopped onto the counter, swinging her legs and back and forth as she glanced back at the tv where the Grizzlies yet again.
She felt like every time she did decide to watch them play, they were losing. "Team full of losers."
"Don't talk bad bout' yo dude team like that." Kareem was now rolling up a fresh blunt as he spoke. "Or Mr. wannabe Ray Ray."
