My Star

2

Waking up, I groan hearing the annoying sound of my alarm clock on the nightstand. Turning over looking at the time realizing it is 6:30 in the morning. Hitting the stop button, I groggily get out of the bed, putting my warm feet now on the cold floor. I he'd over to my blinds to open seeing that the sun is soon shining over the other buildings. Closing them again, I walk towards my shower.

I grab my JBL speaker and start to blast some Future. As soon as i hear the music playing from the speaker, I start to take off my clothes. I wince feeling the new tattoo I had gotten on my neck scrape against the chain I always wore ever since my granddad passed away. I'm not gonna lie and say that my granddad got this chain with the cleanest of money back in the day but I still worshipped him. He got what he needed done to provide his family with everything they needed.

I hear my 6:45 alarm go off meaning that it's time for me to get in the shower. I don't have an alarm for me to hop in the shower, it's my late alarm because I do tend to sleep in late. For some reason, today wasn't the day.

I am not writing a shower scene, y'all should know how to clean y'all owns bodies..

I hop out of the shower, now moisturizing my body. I grab my shea butter and my deodorant putting it on my body, then start doing my skin care. I hate the stereotype of men doing their skin care is gay. How is taking care of your body being gay, never understood. S

Shaking my head at the intrusive thought, I continue my morning routine. I walk out of my bathroom towards my closet. I throw on some Calvin Klein boxers and throw on my basketball shorts. I grab my white tee and some socks putting that on me as well.

The fact that I have basketball practice so early in the morning has always been a struggle, considering I love my sleep, but these are the disadvantages of being a student-athlete. It is not that I hate it, I love it, it is just the constant need to be awake at the ass crack of the morning to do some simple gym drills that could be done later in the afternoon.

After I finish my sulking, I finally get off my bed heading to my kitchen grabbing a Gatorade, a couple granola bars and a water. Grabbing my duffel bag, I head out the door snatching my keys off the hook then locking my door.

Walking to my car, I take out my phone making sure I text my mom saying I am awake. Lord knows what would happen if I didn't text my mom before I left practice. Closing my car door, I hit send to the text message. And as soon as I start my car, my phone starts to ring.

"Good morning ma" I say on the phone tiredly, knowing she's going to be super energetic.

"Why must you sound so disappointed in my call, I should take a flight and smack you with mi chancla" my mom says switching to her native language. My mom isn't actually my mom, she is my step-mom. My dad remarried after my biological mother ran away once she gave birth to me. I never cared to ask where she is or was. If she was laying in a ditch getting a line of crack, I wouldn't give two fucks.

"Mom, it is 7 in the morning, por que haces tanto ruido..?" I continue while pulling out of the parking lot. I rip open my granola bar taking a bite out of it while listening to my mom ramble on why she's awake and that back in Cuba, her mamá always woke her up just so she could get her extra credit done before school.

"Y así es como obtuve mi doctorado, así que sí, tengo energía" my mom says as I tune back in. I shake my head chuckling at her amazing accomplishments.

"Yes mom, I know the story, you have told theo y a mí that story a million times since we were little"

'Well then don't ask questions as to why I'm so energetic, if you already know" she responds with a little sass. And she wonders why our little sister Solani has the sass she has now. She gets it from her. And whatever gender this new baby she is about to have has the same attitude, I feel bad for my dad.

He needs to keep his dick in his pants for sure, got this woman knocked up three times the fuck...

"Alright ma I get it, but listen I gotta go, I'm pulling into the parking lot" I say as I literally park my car for the gym.

"Alright mi amor, call me when you get out of practice" I roll my eyes knowing I won't be able to.

"Ma, I got class after practice but I'll call you later tonight, okay?"

"Okay that's fine, I love you" Saying I love you too, I hang up the call and grab my duffel bag from the backseat.

When I walk into the gym, I already spot my teammates goofing off with each other. I head over there and start dapping up the usuals before putting on my gear for practice.

"Yo wassup, you ready for practice?" One of my teammates asked, nodding my head not wanting to engage in conversation right now, I got up and dapped him up starting the drills we needed to do.

After Practice

"Nah bro, that practice, I don't know what the fuck be going on in coaches head but he need to chill on them suicides, shit be having me winded" my teammate Tyrone complained. See I would agree if Tyrone wasn't weak during practice and actually did something effective, but all he does is complain and never puts in effort.

I turn my head away and start walking to my car, changing my duffel bag to my book bag. Grabbing my bag, I get a text message from a girl, I don't even remember her name but it happened a while ago and Im tryna be off that. She gave him head a couple times but I never fucked on her. I got other things to worry about.

I shut off my phone ignoring it then start walking to class. I was in practice for a good 3 hours and I got a whole lot of lectures, this finna blow my shit...

Heading out of class, I see the time finally reaching 7 pm. I am majoring in law wanting to be a criminal attorney. But sometimes these classes makes me want to drop out and find something better to do. Others have expressed their opinions on me not joining the NBA draft but that wasn't where my dreams were headed. Especially with all the publicity it comes with, I have reached my end goal as being a college athlete and now it is time for me to begin my new life as a college graduate.

Walking out the door, I hear a chime on my phone seeing the girl who text me earlier text me again. Supposedly her name is Scarlett, I don't give a fuck. Sliding open the message, I see her sending me some pics of her in the shower. Now I'm not gon lie and say that shit ain't turn me on.

Kissing my teeth, I decide to text her back.

"Send me the addy"

"Location sent"
"See you soon ;)"

Exiting out of the thread, I hop into my car heading to her spot.

She's getting blocked. As soon as I drive into her complex, she got a nigga walking out kissing her on the lips. Turning around, real frustrated, I start to head home.

It's one thing to wanna fuck a nigga, but to have ya mans leave ya house and then try to sneak another one in is beasty. Grabbing my lighter and a pre-roll, I sit it down on my chair heading to my sacred spot. Now my whole day really has been blown. Shit I'll let off some steam in a minute fasho...

Pulling into the parking lot, I grab my hoodie and place my items in my pockets. Locking my car door, I head up to the top of my spot. This has been my favorite place to go to ever since I came to Florida and it has never changed.

Feeling the cold breeze hit my face, I pull my hoodie over my head having my dreads cover my face. Opening up the doors to the lighthouse, I start to climb up the steps. After doing those drills and being bored during class, this is not what I wished to be doing but I need to hit this blunt, real bad. I'm not an addict. Reaching the top of the steps, I see that it is cracked open. Usually it is closed, so why is the door open. As I walk up the steps, I quietly hear the noises of pencils, why am I hearing pencils.

Opening the door, I am faced with the eyes of the person holding those pencils, and a knife...?

AN: I don't speak Spanish so I used google translate and ChatGPT, don't mind ittttt. I hope yall enjoyed this chapter!!