The Mask

18

Jahseh's pov

  I slightly groaned as I rested my bike against the fence. I was here early, Mrs Kent wanted me to be here early so I could catch them warming up and talk to a few players, the coach, and the captain. I rolled my eyes at the thought of speaking to him. I'm supposed to meet Symere here too because I was gonna need help recording, I just didn't know where he was. The stadium was empty and this gave me a weird feeling. I walked down into the stadium and toward the field. The coach was standing there with his hands on his hips, the cheerleading coach was also standing on the sidelines as the cheerleaders practiced.

   I've been thinking about how I can get my revenge on Stokeley, or at least mess with him a little bit. I don't want to do anything crazy, his dad is the mayor and I don't know what the fuck he could do. I want to fuck with his mind, no revenge is sweeter than a mind fuck. Especially because he's already paranoid. Stokeley doesn't know me, he doesn't know what I'll do, and me being around him, his team, Maddie, and his coach is already driving him up the fucking wall. One of these days, he's gonna slip up because he's so paranoid.

   The football coach was making the team do push-ups and I could hear him shouting as I got closer. This nigga is always so loud. I walked onto the field and I could see a few people looking at me, it made me a little uncomfortable but it's whatever. I glanced around for Stokeley but he was nowhere to be seen. Where is he? Isn't he the captain, he's supposed to be here. Not that I care, but damn. The coach turned to look at me and he gave me a soft smile, "Jahseh!" he said with some enthusiasm. I've only met him once but I like his vibe, he's welcoming. "Hello," I smiled, "Nice to see you again. Here to work?" I nodded my head, "Just here to snap a few pictures of the practice, talk to a few people, and whatever" I shrugged.

   "Take your time, no need to rush" Yes, there is a need to rush. I wanna get the fuck away from Stokeley, wherever he is. Speaking of his dick in the booty ass, I should ask where he is. "Uhm, Where's your captain?" I raised an eyebrow, "Probably in the locker room, he takes his time" the coach laughed. "Oh okay" I quietly nodded, "If you need to talk to him, go ahead. I have to make sure these kids practice some more" he sighed.

  Why doesn't Stokeley practice with the rest of the team? "Why isn't he out here with everyone else?". "Because he's the only one who takes this sport seriously, the kid is going places" he nodded in approvement. "I told them that if they stay after school and practice they don't have to do drills before the game and he's the only one that stayed". Hmm, I guess football does mean a lot to him. 

  "That's determination, he's captain for a reason," It sounds like Stokeley is the coach's favorite. "I can see that" I nodded, "But yeah, go ahead and do what you gotta do. I should be done in about 10 minutes". I nodded my head and sighed as I walked across the field. Now that I think about it, in the past 4 years I've been at this school, I've never been to any of the football games, it was never my thing. Our team was good, I knew that but I never felt the need to go. Then again I never really had friends to go with. Symere and I like to hang out with each other so we never felt like we were missing out.

  Speaking of that short ass nigga, where the fuck is he? The bike ride is only like 10 minutes, what the fuck? I pushed open the locker room door and was met with Stokeley sitting on the bench with his shirt off and he was scrolling on his phone. He looked over at me and a wave of irritation and annoyance washed over his face. I'm not too happy to see his in the closet ass either.  "What the fuck?" he spoke turning off his phone and standing up, "Are you obsessed with me or something?" he raised an eyebrow and he looked amused.

  "Relax, the dick wasn't that good" I scoffed. "I'm here because I have shit to do. I wouldn't choose to be around your weird ass" I kissed my teeth, "Well you chose to do the athletic department". I rolled my eyes, "I didn't choose shit, every other department was taken". "Bullshit" he chuckled, "Now what the fuck do you want from me?". "Nigga, I just want to ask you some fucking questions".