DEJAH

Chapter 3

Dejah

I'm at basketball practice, making buckets. I play for the Detroit High Lions. #numba 13 in dis bitch. "Drop the balls, and give me 5 laps" coach says. We began to jog around the court. I had on my Nike bra top, mini shorts, and knee pads. This shii gets tired some. Next we had to do our push ups. Then we jumped rope. We also did our crutches, and our sit up. We did jump in jacks, and all that other shii. Once we were done coach told us to take a break then finish practicing. Me, Ty'Asia in the rest of the girls went to the bleachers to see a couple of dudes and other people sitting their. "U was good out dere", I look up to see Xavier ass. I rolled my eyes, and wiped my sweat off wit a towel. I grabbed my Nike water bottle and drunk some water. "Y u here, r u following me" I say irritated. "No... A nigga can't come to the gym na?" He asked. "Neva said dat..." I say tossing my towel over my shoulder."come sit down", he patted the bench. "Don't got time, I don't sit around I handle business" I say seriously. "He let out a slight smile and said "A few minutes won't hurt skud". "Wateva" I say taking a seat. We sat there in awkward silence for a minute. Xavier looked down at my shorts then back at me. "You really wearing dem shorts" he says biting his lip. "You irritating" I say getting up off the bleachers. I felt some arms wrap around my waist, so I turned around. "Lemme go fu" I say seriously. "I'm sorry ma", he says with a chuckle. I gave him the finger. He flashed his perfect teeth at me. I frowned a little.
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Xavier

Wats up Ku. My name Xavier but I prefer Zai. Well what y'all wanna know bout me? Well OK... I'm 18 years old. Im darkskinn not black, a little off brown. Imma tall ass nigga about 6"1. I was raised in the streets of Detroit. Me and my 4 brothers, and 2 sistas live wit my mama. Our pops died of throat cancer. I miss em doe, real shii. So me and my bro's handle his shii. We sell out the house sometimes wen ma gone. But yeaa, anyways I gotta thang for Dejah ass. Been trying to holla at her for the last month. But chu know she playing hard to get. Short ass don't be playing, dats wat I like bout ha. But ion kno, y I want her so bad. I guess just to be able to say she mines....

I walked in Spanish class, and saw Dejah sitting at ha desk. I went and sat behind her. "Wats good ma" I say leaning my head over her desk. She rolled her eyes. "Y u gotta be so mean ma" I say looking at her. "Boii I'm not mean" she says looking at me. "Riteee" I say sarcastically. "Shut up talking to me" she says annoyed. I chuckled. "See na c'mon ma I'm just playing withcu, can't take a joke?" "Whatever" she says. Looking into her phone camera, fixing her hair. "Hi class" Ms. Lopez says. Nobody said nun the class sounded so dry. "OK so I want y'all to turn with the person sitting behind you and study your words for this week" she tells us. I let out a slight smile. She turned her desk around with a dry look. "U gotcho word sheet right?" She says layed back in ha chair. "Yea hollup" I say going into my binder. I found it and sat it on the desk. "C'mon den let's start". "Let's get it!" I say. She looked at me. "Ok so what's the Spanish term for thanks" she says. I turned my lip to the side for a lil, then rubbed my hands together. "Gracias?" I asked. "Yeaa" she says. I smiled. "Aight skud lemme do u". "Kk" she says with a smirk. "What's the Spanish term for friends?" I asked her. "Amigos" she says confidently. "Aight, ok... I see u shorty Dej" I say laughing. She smirked and said "u so damn irra".