My Brother's Quarterback {SLOW UPDATES}

Chapter sixteen

Jalen pov

Today's the day. I've been waiting my whole life for my whole life.  Suprisingly I'm calm. Which is werid. I prayed about it this morning and I'm allowing God to do the rest. I can't stress about this game no more.

"Open up fuck niggaaa!" I hear someone say on the other end of my door. I roll my eye knowing exactly who it is.

"It's game dayyyy!" Aj says running into my room but not before hitting me in the back of the head.

"If I punch you in the face then I'm dead fucking wrong." I state playfully glaring at him before shutting my door.

"You're such a Scrooge" he says, sticking his tounge out at me. I roll my eyes but a smile crosses my face immediately after. I just can't fathom that we're at the Super Bowl. So many in the league right now haven't even been to one their games whole careers but here I am my 3rd season at my first superbowl.

"Knock knock!" A well known voice says. I bite my lip to hide my smile and then to the source. In walks Imani. She's in a black t-shirt, black jeans and a green zip-up jacket.

"Hey girly." Jason says hugging her. She smile which makes me smile. Something I love about her smile is that it always reaches her eyes. It's adorable.

"Hey Jay" she says giving me a small hug. I hug her back not wanting it to end.

"You nervous?" She asks. I nod slowly.

"Why? Your felt this pressure before. You went to three nattys back to back to back."

"That was college tho mama. This is the big leagues. The NFL. Just cause you got a natty ring don't mean shit if you dont get a Super Bowl ring." She sighs.

"You sound just like my brother." She rolls her eyes.

"I get that y'all got your eyes on the prize but you can still be happy and excited." She says smiling. I can't help but smile along with her.

"You're right." I say nodding my head.

"When am I not?" She says in a duh tone.

"Yea yea yea." She playfully shoves me before wrapping her arms around my neck. It caught me by suprise. But I wrap my arms around her waist and hug her back.

"Good luck tonight. I'm rooting for you. Always have. Always will." She whispers in my ear. I pull her closer and hug her tighter.

This is what I needed right now.

Her.

Obviously I want to win a Super Bowl. What football player in the league doesn't? But fuck that. She's the only thing I want in this moment. It's my fault that shes not mine. And I gotta make things right.

"Can we talk?" I ask releasing her waist slightly. She has a puzzled look on her face but nods her head. I lead her to the spot I was at a few days ago. When Patrick and I first met.

"So what's up?" She asks leaning on the raining facing me. I stare at her face and begin to get nervous.

"Are we really over? For good?" She sighs and looks down at her feet. My nerves are making me more nervous.

"I don't know Jay." She finally says. I let out a breath I had no clue I was holding. "You said that you were letting me go. Not me you." She says her voice cracking slightly.

"I know what I said mama." She crosses her arms and avoids my eyes.

"So why are you asking me this now?" My stomach drops slightly. How do I explain to my ex- I think that's what she is at least- that I'm jealous of her hee friendship with another nigga?