Three Deep

Love & Basketball

Three days later around noon, Tyrell was back at work. He just got done cleaning the boys’ locker room and went to start on the girls’. He and his co-worker walked out of the locker room and stopped to take a break. His co-worker, Willie, or Willie-Will sat down on the bleachers looking exhausted.

            “Man I’m so tired of cleanin’ these nasty ass bathrooms.” Willie complained. Tyrell stretched out on the bleachers next to him. They’ve been at work for four hours, but it felt much longer.

            “I hear ya bud.” Tyrell agreed. The sound of a basketball bouncing caught their attention. The two janitors looked around the room and spotted Tiffany in the doorway. She was dribbling a basketball heading toward the gym court. This immediately caught Tyrell’s interest; he didn’t know she played basketball. Willie sat up in the bleachers when he saw her; a smile grew on his face.

            “Damn boy, that thing right aint it?” Willie said. Tyrell kept his eye on her as she began to warm up. Willie wasn’t wrong either; Tiffany seemed to look extra fine today. She was dressed in a tight spandex halter-top and black basketball shorts.

            “Damn…” Tyrell muttered, eyes heavy with lust. He started to imagine what she would look like with less on, when Wille nudged him in the arm.

            “Well,” Willie said, interrupting his fantasy. “We betta get goin’.” He picked up the cleaning supplies and headed to the girls locker room.

            “Yo Will, you go head and get started, imma be down in a sec.” Willie shrugged his shoulder’s and continued into the locker room. Tyrell stood up folding his arms; he began to analyze Tiffany’s style. She wasn’t too bad Tyrell thought. He watched her some more and realized she was actually pretty good. She had perfect handling, a nice stance, and a beautiful jump shot.           

            “Man you can’t ball!” Tyrell shouted, catching her attention. Tiffany halted her practice and smiled at him.

            “Says who?” She asked.

            “Me,” Tyrell answered. He walked over to her. “Yo pass me the ball, let a professional show you how it’s done.” Tiffany raised an eyebrow in question.

            “Really?” She wondered, passing him the ball. “A professional? … Now this I gotta see.” Tyrell caught the ball and began dribbling it between his legs.

            “Oh you gon see alright. You lookin’ at the best balla in the South Caddy,” Tyrell bragged, referring to South Carolina. Tiffany let out a small laugh covering her mouth. “You think it’s a joke?”

            “Yea,” she truthfully answered. “I mean, you can dribble, I’ll give you that.” Tyrell gave her the ‘really?’ look. He quit his dribbling and held the ball.

            “You bout to give me more than that, Check this out,” Tyrell turned around so his back faced the goal. Standing at the three-point line, he glanced back at the goal then looked forward again. Tyrell took the ball with his right and flung it behind his head with force. He quickly turned around to see what happened. Tiffany watched as the ball flew in the air and landed straight through the net. When she looked back at Tyrell, he was wearing a boastful smile.

            “That’s pretty hot,” she admitted. “I won’t lie.”

            “I know. Man when you got skills like mine, anythin’ possible,” Tyrell said, stroking his own ego. Tiffany rolled her eyes at his arrogance.