(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...
Y/n's POV Guy V. Lewis Development Facility Houston, Texas Saturday ________
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"Your on the fucking edge, Y/n." Coach K shook his head, as he adjusted his glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose and leaned back in his chair. "How do you expect me to look pass this?" He threw his pen on his desk.
"Coach, you know me bruh. I can explain all of this shit. Everything." I pleaded.
"Go ahead." He said sarcastically and I started with my bullshit lie almost immediately.
"Man, Coach me and this nigga had beef since I moved to Houston. His girl been too friendly with me and shit so he been trying to get buck every time he see me. Shit got carried away this time, but I was straight up just defending myself." I shrugged. "And the knife Y/n? How the hell do you explain that?"
"I gotta protect myself out here Coach." It was the honest truth.
"Protect yourself, huh?" He sarcastically laughed as he rubbed his chin and shook his head. "You think I don't know what you have going on, Y/n?" He tilted his head at me.
"I grew up just like you, kid." He let out another short laugh as I listened attentively and leaned back in my chair that sat across from him.
I put my head down when I realized he wasn't believing my shit. "Just. Fucking. Like. You."
"But this was your opportunity."
"Your opportunity to better yourself and your situation. Hell, your mother's situation." He raised his voice a little as his palm hit the desk.
My jaw clenched as I stared at the ground.
This conversation was definitely going sideways.
"What would she say if she knew you were about to blow your shot?" He tried to continue but I cut him off.
"You don't know my situation, man. Don't over step." My heart raced and the muscles in my jaw and hands clenched as I felt my eye well up.
There was a moment of silence between us.
"Your mother had two jobs, working day in and day out. Only getting there with the little extra change she had to buy a bus ticket and if she couldn't afford that she walked."
"You would barley see her, because when she had finally gotten home, you were sleeping. And if you weren't, it wouldn't have mattered anyways because she could barley keep her eyes open long enough for you to talk to her because she was just that fucking tired.
