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"Man coach tripping for real." Isaiah said lifting his shirt up to wipe the sweat off of his face
"I just got my hair twisted and here he comes with all this damn practice." He complained some more
Miles chuckled rubbing chin hairs "At least you got a taper up and shit. I'm over here wolfin'."
Isaiah looked at him and chuckled "You do look a good twenty three over there."
Miles sucked his teeth "Shut up."
The two laughed
"You really think we got a chance to win this championship?" Miles asked
Isaiah sighed "I hope so. We lost to Buford the last four years that I've been here."
"Damn. They good like that?"
Isaiah nodded "Right above us but it's a bougie all white school. Our team are all black young men so you know how that shit go."
He nodded understanding "Fuck them, we got em this year."
"All facts." Isaiah said glancing across the gym
"If you don't stop being scary and just tell her what's up." Miles said watching Isaiah lust over at Crystal
Isaiah chuckled nervously "Whatchu mean?"
"You know what I mean. We all know you want her."
"That's my homie, my best friend." He says
"You know any time a nigga say that, that ends up into something deeper than a best friend- friendship."
Isaiah shook his head "I'm for real."
"So you ain't attracted to her at all?"
He sucked his teeth "Of course I am- we both are but we've just been friends our whole lives. Why change it because we feel some type of way towards one another. Any time bestfriends date, that shit always go wrong."
"That's other people not y'all." Miles said moving finger towards him and Crystal
Isaiah smacked his hand "Stop pointing and shit before she know."
