(Beyoncé x Y/n G!p)
In the world of collegiate sports at the University of Houston, Y/n stands out not only for her basketball prowess but also for her reputation as a charming player off the court. Hailing from New York City, she navigates life as...
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Even though a lot of my closest friends had left because they knew what was about to go down, the bowling alley was still buzzing with the sounds of clattering pins and cheerful chatter, but everyone definitely felt the growing tension as me, Ty, and Roy got closer to Zach and his crew.
What the nigga wanna beef about now? His girl?...
"The D-boy of the hour. Just the person I was looking for." Zac said as I walked up to him and Pac sitting in a booth not to far from where our lane was at.
These niggas been peeping.
His people was spread out with menacing stares and relaxed postures with their attention focused more on the entrance and our interaction than on the game itself.
Niggas really wanna start some shit at my event...
"Nigga, yo ah bold ass hell to show up to some shit I'm paying for. What up?" I said keeping my cool.
"I thought we talked about you staying off our corner" Zac said sticking his used blunt behind his ear. I laughed in his face. "You remember what I told you?" I grinned.
"You gone have to run my ass off or take that shit up with King."
This has been an ongoing thing between Southside and Northside niggas down here. Instead of sharing the middle ground, they fighting niggas over a corner. "Tell King he gone loose his favorite D-boy then."
King was my boss in a way. I'm independent for the most part but he's my supplier and I give him a percentage of what I make and handle some of his business for him. "Yeah ok, tell that nigga Big the same thing."
He laughed. "Let's take this shit outside man, it's kids I'm here."
Nigga ain't give a fuck about the kids when his ass came walking in here on some shit. "My pleasure." If he and his crew wanted their ass beat for the third time then I don't mind.
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Punches were being thrown left and right in the parking lot of Bowlero as the streetlights came on and a crowd joined around us.
I looked over at Roy and Ty to see that they had Pac and another one of Zac's niggas on the ground, laying heavy kicks to their sides and gripping them up by their shirts.
Roy was packing, so I just hoped that nigga don't get any ideas of putting the strap to Pac's head in front of all these people. "Getting yo ass beat for the third time nigga is some bitch shit." I said to Zac as he laid against a black Camaro clutching his side with blood dripping from his mouth.
