Lost : Book 1 of Trilogy

33.

A/n: trying to push these chapters out
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Y/n's POV

University of Houston
Houston, Texas
Monday
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I spotted Cj leaning against his car in the parking lot of the field house, scrolling through his phone like the he wasn't waitin' on me.

I shook my head, laughing and looking down at my feet as I walked.

Cj played football. He was one of the better wide receivers on the team, always bragging about how he was gon' be 'league bound' like every other nigga on campus.

He was a cool dude. I knew him through Ty, mostly.

Always kept his business on the low, which is why ian mind doing a solid for him real quick.

As I got closer, he looked up and nodded. "What's good, bro?"

"Shit, chillin'. Got practice in a 'lil." I replied, dapping him up. "What you on?"

"Nigga just tryna get right before the weekend." He grinned.

I laughed, already knowin' what he meant. "Ty said you hit him?"

"Yeah, yeah." He nodded, glancing around real quick before shifting his weight like he was just adjusting his stance. "You got me?"

I nodded, reaching into my pocket and keeping my movements natural. To anyone else, we were on some regular shit. Just talkin'.

I slid the small baggie into his palm just as he brought his other hand up to rub his nose, smooth as hell. Cj barely even looked down. He simply just pocketed it. Then, just as quickly, he slide somethin' into my hood pocket--light, folded up, easy.

"Good looks, bruh." He said, smirking.

I dapped him up before checking my phone. "You hoppin' on tonight?" I asked, referring to the game.

"You already know how I'm comin'." He responded. "Roy already talkin' about how he runnin' shit tonight, but that nigga just be yappin'."

I laughed. "On everything, he finna be the first to get smoked like always."

"First round, too."

"Nah, facts." Cj agreed, shaking his head. "Ty gon' be on too?"

"Yeah." I said. "We runnin' lobbies all night."

He grinned. "Bet that. I'ma hit y'all when I get to the crib."

We dapped up each other one more time before parting ways, him walking towards the dorms while I cut across the lot towards the athletic building.

I had already 'deaded' the whole deal, my mind now focused on the next thing. Soon as I stepped inside, the air was thick with the scent of sweat and the sound of basketballs hitting the hardwood.

"That's three, nigga."

I shook my head. Niggas was wildin' with the trash talk already.

Glancin' up, my eyes landed on a group of female trainers chillin' near the benches. Ian even tryna be on no thirsty shit—that's just where my eyes went. A couple of 'em peeped me lookin', one even bit her lip before shyin' away. I laughed to myself and kept it pushin' to the locker room.

Inside, ian waste no time. Kept my black UH joggers on because I wasn't feelin' like switchin' into shorts. I pulled my hoodie off and let it drop on the bench, leavin' me in a plain white tee. Then, I swapped out my kicks for my red LaMelos real quick. Laces already loose, so it ain't take much for me to slid my feet in and yank them tight before I was out.