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Kamorea/Kk
Y'all ever wake up mad? Like, still salty from the night before? That was me. We shoulda won that game. I replayed that last shot in my head all night, like maybe if I had stepped up quicker, if I had put a hand up just a little higher—nah. Juju hit that shot clean. I had to give her props.
But I was still pissed.
I sat on the edge of my bed, scrolling through my phone. My eyes landed on Angel's spam post from last night. The comments were dragging me. Paige talking about a "soft launch," Jai'Dah instigating like she don't be hyping me up on the low, and Juju talking crazy.
I heard a knock on my door. "Kk, get up! We getting breakfast," Angel called from the other side.
I sighed, stretching. My legs were done from that game, but I wasn't about to pass up food. Especially if Angel was paying.
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Angel
Breakfast was mandatory after a game like that. And since we were still in LA, I had to take my girl to Roscoe's. She needed something to bring her mood up.
Kk sat across from me, still looking all grumpy and fake mad. I smirked, poking her plate with my fork. "You gon' eat or just sit there pouting?"
She cut her eyes at me but started eating. I rested my chin on my hand, watching her. Even annoyed, she was cute.
