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"Nigga y'all trash!" I shouted across the court to my boys. It was Friday night, and we just finished an intense game of 3 on 3.
"Aye Drizzy, all you do is cheat," one of my boys hollered back. I couldn't help but laugh, strolling over to my bag to check my phone. "Nah, y'all just mad! Play some fucking defense!" I fired back, scrolling through my notifications. Three missed texts and a call from Bre, the call was from five minutes ago.
Her text caught my eye. "Hey, Aubrey. I just made it home so you can come over when you're done." I quickly typed out a response. "Aight, that's fine. I just finished," and hit send.
"Aye Bruh, you coming out tonight?" Chubbs threw in, catching his breath and wiping sweat with his towel.
"Nah, I'm going over to Bre's plus I have to get my hair braided tonight. Where you headed?" I asked, swapping my Kobe's for my slides.
"Shit, I don't know yet," he shrugged.
"Here Drake!" Another one of my boys came over, handing me a wad of cash. Betting on our games was routine. "See, this is what I'm talking about. Niggas don't want to see us," I laughed, pocketing the cash after a quick count.
"I'm out. I'll see y'all tomorrow at the car show," I announced, standing up, dapping up Chubbs, and grabbing my bag.
"On my way," I texted Bre as I headed out, my stomach rumbling something fierce. Decided to stop for some wings on the way to her place.
"Thank you," I said, grabbing my bag of food and drinks before heading out, nearly bumping into Sydney around the corner.
"You can't speak, Drake?" she accused, her tone annoying the fuck out of me.
"I swear Atlanta is too small," I muttered under my breath, unlocking my car.
"Wassup?" I asked, trying to keep the peace as I stashed my bags and drinks in the car.
"Nothing. I don't like how fake you were acting a few nights ago," she complained.
"The fuck are you talking about?" I asked, genuinely confused.
"You were with some female and acted like you didn't know me. So that's what we're doing now?" Her eyebrows arched in a challenge.
"Yo, you see me out with my lady but yet ask me to come sit with you. What kind of shit is that? You were on one," I shot back, shaking my head in disbelief.
"Your lady? Since when do you do relationships?" she stepped closer, pushing for more.
"Go on somewhere, Sydney. I don't have time for your shit," I snapped, climbing into my car and driving off, leaving her standing there looking dumb as fuck.
"That bitch is crazy," I mumbled to myself, shaking my head as I drove away.
Arriving at Breonna's, I knocked and waited for her to answer. Her smile was all the welcome I needed, stepping aside to let me in with my duffle bag and the food.
