End Zone (SEU #3)

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Author's note: I'm sorry yall for ghosting for almost a year!! I was down BAD!! Now we up and gonna finish this story for y'all. Forgive me, in the last 3 years I was going through so much soul searching, identify shifts and ultimately healing parts of me that were honestly holding me back for such a long time. I'm back in a good mindset.

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MATTEO

"Man, this gon' be my week off from all that craziness back at the crib." Jonesy spoke, taking off his cap and putting it aside on the side table of the private jet as he stepped in.

"Ay, man, move over. I need to get a good look of what my future PJ gonna look like." Mikey said, almost out of breath as he dug into his pocket to get out his second phone to take more pictures and videos of the interior of the private jet.

A few of my teammates and I were selected for a major sponsorship event in Los Angeles for a new Adidas collection. About 7 teammates were selected, myself including. Todd and Bridgette flew to Los Angeles the night before and we were scheduled to land in L.A. by tonight.

I grabbed the closest seat next to Ray, knowing he wouldn't talk much during our flight. Ray was a more laid guy and once I saw he placed his Beats noise cancelling headphones on his head, I knew he didn't want an invitation to any kind of conversation for the next few hours.

"Rookie, sit yo' ass down. Act like you been somewhere before." Bryant said, another one of my teammates, making a face at Mikey.

"Man, shut yo ass up. Just 'cause your ass used to this shit don't mean all our money as long as yours." Mikey snapped on him, sticking up his middle finger and turned his iPhone camera to his middle finger to add more content to his video. "Remember, your last team almost won a championship ring, you ain't there yet!

Our other 2 teammates, Drew and Tony, stepped on the private jet and found their seats. They also seemed just as quiet and tired as Ray and I couldn't blame them. Those men had families and kids so I knew they were just as exhausted as I'd soon become once my son was born.

"Here you go, bruh, just negative." Bryant sighed, wiping his face as he settled into his seat. "And if we being for real, Four money way longer than I could've ever touched before. Four got that old money."

Hold on, how did I get dragged into their mess? I thought.

Mikey chuckled, finally finding a seat as he checked his recorded footage before posting it on whatever social media platform he was recording it for. "Four money talks, but mine just waves goodbye."

They guys fake a laugh just to engage Mikey's dry joke.

I blew smoke out my nose. "How did I get into the mix of this?" I spoke, scratching my scalp.

Jonesy was the first to look around the jet, curiously. "Four, we all know good and well your peoples might have 1 or maybe even 2 of these tied to that last name."

"Keyword, might. And fuck y'all. This isn't my first ride in a private jet like Mikey but still, it's none of your business what's tied to my last name." I mumbled an ending " jealous motherfuckers."

They boys laughed, disregarding me altogether, knowing I truly wasn't serious.

"Aye, man, you good with us. You're one of my favorite rich white boys I know." Bryant chortled, smiling wide enough to show his customized bottom grills.

"Y'all are assholes." I shook my head.

"They need to pop open some bottles for us or pour us a few drinks." Mikey spoke, looking for the flight attendant we saw on our way in.

"Damn, Mikey. Calm your thirsty ass. Let us get off the ground first," Bryant taunted once more. The banter between Bryant and Mikey was ongoing entertainment, whether on or off the field.

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