BBG • Anthony Davis• (ON HOLD)

IX.

The clattering of porcelain dishes, the scraping of utensils and the constant chatter around the table can be heard on this Tuesday evening.

I was invited over at the Davis' Residence for a final dinner before me and Ant part ways; me going back to LA and him going back to NOLA. It was a bitter-sweet moment for me, I was happy that I could spend time with my family and friends but on the other hand, I was sad to leave again. Who knows when I could go and visit with my busy schedule?

"But then he slid down the stairs and ripped his pants while the cameras were on him." Ant was telling a funny story about his teammate; Ish Smith. But I was barely paying any attention on the conversations surrounding the table, I was too busy filling my plate up and stuffing my face with food. I haven't eaten anything today because I was too busy with all the phone calls and skype sessions I had with work, apparently a lawyer got into an accident and no one was there to fill the interns on what they were supposed to do.

"Calm down there champ, you're literally inhaling everything. I think you've had enough of those ribs, leave some for us." Ant joked, it was only then I noticed that their attention has shifted towards me.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I wasn't even eating that much, there was still an entire rack of ribs.

I would be lying if I said that what he said wasn't hurtful. I know that he was just joking around, but jokes are half-meant. Am I really that much of a pig that I need people telling me stop eating?

I've had this problem all my life, I would always get insults from my family primarily. "Did your parents leave you in the kitchen for half of your life?" "You should really slow it down on that pasta, you don't need more reason to not go to the gym." "All your cousins are small, what happened to you?" "No wonder your parents let you walk around at night, gives you a bit of exercise." " When was the last time you saw your entire body in the mirror?" "You have something on your chin... no the 3rd one." "Hey, I remember you when you only had the one stomach." (A/N. This is all true, I've been told all of this in real life.)

If I had a dollar for every insult I've received, I'd be rolling in it right now.

Coming from them, I could still tolerate it but coming from Ant, the guy who admitted to loving me just a few days ago, my best friend or 7 years; hurts the fucking most.

You know what they say, the one who you love the most, will also be the one to cost you so much pain.

"Leave the girl alone, boy. Don't worry child, you aint eating a lot, there's more. Eat up." Erainer swatted Anthony on the arm.

"No, thank you Mrs. Davis. I'm done actually." I wiped my mouth with the table napkin. Remembering all those memories, just made me lose my appetite.

"Nonsense, we just sat down and you're already done? C'mon have some mash potatoes, made them from scratch." She pointed to the bowl with the mash in.

"Oh no, it's fine. I'm full, really. I had a snack before this." Which wasn't a complete lie, if you consider a cup of tea; a snack.

I smiled, reassuring her. She seemed to accept my excuse and continued eating.

All throughout the meal, I stayed silent and just listened in on their conversations; occasionally chiming in a word or so.

Ant kept giving me side glances and raising his eyebrows at me, but I pretended that I didn't notice it. I know I'm childish for giving him the cold shoulder, but what he said still hurt; joke or not.

I volunteered to help with the dishes when the meal was through, but Mama E wouldn't let me. So I just shrugged and went to the living room; where Ant Sr and Anthony were sitting watching a football game. I wasn't too equipped in football, so I didn't know what teams were playing. The only thing I know about NFL is Odell Beckham Jr., let's be honest, that man is fiiiine.