Eric Harden had his whole life mapped out since the day he was born and never strayed from that path. Until Gavin Adams walked into his life and awoke feelings in him that he never even knew existed.
And now he was expected to just forget about it a...
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"47."
I had the most fun at Tillman when I was chilling with the team and even though the upperclassmen would fuck with us a lil, it never went too far.
"48."
And the coaches never worked us to death.
"49."
I feel like I'm boutta pass out. I breathed through the pain as I forced my upper body up one more time.
"50!"
Dad stopped the timer. He tssked, "It should never take you that long to do fifty damn sit ups, Eric." And cue sarcastic disappointed right on schedule. Unfortunately, he was louder than blood rushing through my ears.
I almost said something disrespectful, but instead I kept my mouth shut. Nigga when the last time you even did a sit up?
I shielded my face from the sun with my arms as I just laid in the grass. My core was literally on fire right now and this man going about finishing with a run.
"Dad, I need a break for real." I rolled over on my stomach, placing my head in my arms. His next words surprised me. I thought he was gone tell me to get my black ass up.
"Fine." He said instead. "I need to grab us some more water anyway." He marched off with his clipboard. Victor and his clipboard I swear...
I had about a good two minutes of rest before I heard Dre's loud ass car coming down the street. I lifted my head up and watch him park that piece of shit and he could barely do that.
"You look dumbass as fuck!" I shouted at him. He gave me the middle finger. He hopped out and jogged up just as my dad was walking back out the house.
Dad rolled his eyes at the sight of his nephew. "Hey, D." He dropped a bottle of water by my head. "How you been?"
"Good. Same shit. I'm here so Eric can help me with my application."
Dad smiled tightly He was mad workouts was cut short, but didn't want to show it, "I heard you wanted to go Tillman. I hope you're serious about it because I called up a couple of people in admission. Told them to keep an eye out for your name."
I haven't been working out on the schedule he wanted me to in general and that's because I been ducking him. Which ain't easy since the nigga always home.
"I am, Uncle Vic!"
"Then y'all better get on that soon, it's already too late to be doing it."
Dre had a stupid ass kool-aid smile on his face. Mad stupid looking, "I am Uncle Vic!" He sucked my teeth and tried to kicked me, but I rolled over again to stand up.
"It look like I saved ya bitch ass! Should be thanking me." He was looking at me sideways, "Nigga, you stink. Don't walk too close." Dre stepped back.
I knew what I smelled like. "I smell like hard work and dedication. Something you don't shit about, bitch." I pulled my shirt up to my nose and took a big whiff. I ain't smell too bad. A shower was fucking needed, though.
