" That's not fair and you know it," He gritted, " You're not the only one who blames themselves for his death."
" He's dead because of me, Exodus!" I yelled before I could even stop myself, " It should've been me laying in the fucking casket, not...
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Now playing.. Blow Up, by J.Cole ... HARLEM, NEW YORK
" COME ON, COME ON!KEEP THOSE LEGS MOVIN!" Coach Jones encouraged, clapping his hands loudly with J.cole blasting from the speakers in the stadium.
It was barely even eight in the morning, and we've been working on drills for sum hours now, trying to make sure that we had our shit together before it was time for game day.
I dribble the ball, keeping my eyes centered on the prize. Sweat trickled down my brows, my lungs burned with adrenaline.
" Let's go, Kane! I ain't got all day fa this shit!" He snapped, giving me a harsh look.
" Yes Coach!" I grunt, trying my best not to roll my eyes. We already did some conditioning drills, and my legs were already sore from the workout.
" Damn, he's on yo ass today." Mateo, my teammate, smirked as he tried to block my way from the hoop.
I give him a look, " When is he not on my ass, nigga."
Coach Jones was always a hard ass, especially on game day. Anytime game day was just around the corner, shit was gon get wicked. To make matters worse, he was a old head. He's been coaching for fifteen years, going on sixteen years now.
On top of that, he was fucking old school. ain't no such thing as taking breaks, we just get five minutes and we're back to drills again.
But these old-school methods have been working for plenty of years; all the teams he's coached in the past at least have one trophy. And for this team, we've become undefeated against the best of the best.
" You ain't finna get this, brah. Just give up already," He snickered, trying to sntatch the ball out of my hand.
" Ah, still talkin' shit I see." I chuckled, fixing my position to stand tall. " maybe if you focused more on ya defense and not worry about me, you wouldn't be in dis position."
Mateo scrunched up his nose, " Watchu talkin bout?"
" This," I shrugged, making the perfect three point shot as the basketball dribbled along the sidelines.
Coach nodded in approval, adjusting the black snapback on his bald head. " Alright, Kane! Yo ass betta' be playin' like that at the game or it's gon be yo black ass doin suicides fa the next two months!"
" Already understood !" I yelled over the music, taking off my sweated white shirt and throw it to the side as I laugh at Mateo's face. " What?"
