Odd Future Imagines

Basketball Coach (Mike G)

Your POV

I was jogging through the gymnasium, sweaty af. "hustle, hustle!" our basketball teacher said. His name was Mike. He was a rapper too, but he liked teaching people and shit so he became a basketball teacher. His rap name is Mike G. But he hates too be called that, "fuck," i said as i was jogging around the gym. "too much for you Y/N?" he said. "No Mike G" i said and laughed. "aha funny, alright everyone, that's a wrap. See you guys tommrow for the finals." he said as everyone started too leave and i just went a grabbed my bag. "your a smart ass huh?" he said and sat next too me. "don't have much ass, but it's smart yeah." i said, laughed then slung my bag over my shoulder. He was fine as fuck. I mean we're the same age, but he's a "teacher" so i guess it's unprofessional. "aha i don't see what you see." he said, looked at my ass then smirked. "we should chill sometime." he said. "yeah sure, that'd be cool." i said and smiled. "lemme put my digits in your Phone," he said. I handed him my phone and he put the digits in. "i'll see you later," i smiled and waved. He pecked my lips. "i'll see you tommrow." he smiled and patted my shoulder.