Time Can Only Tell.....

Chapter 4.02

Zaire POV

"So, where we heading too, Miss?" I say to the sober chick as I hop in my truck. Tristan already had the drunk one in the back with him. I can't believe I'm giving a ride to some chicks I don't even know. Tristan seems to know the girl who almost got tossed in that pool. I don't how or why because she seems like a good girl and all the girls Tristan fuck with are hoes point blank period. I gotta make sure that I ask how he knows her. But, I'm not complaining these girls are just plain bad. Shawty sitting in the passenger seat is about 5'7. Dark skinned rich complexion, some cute ass dimples to go along with that beautiful smile and not to mention her ass is COLOSSAL. I wouldn't mind getting to know her at all.

"Summer Hills Dormitory and my name is Monica, Mr. Anthony" she said with a cute ass smile on her face.

"So, you know who I am? " I said licking my lips as I started the engine of the car.

"You can say that. I seen you play a couple times. I remember this game where you threw like eight perfect touchdown passes. It was a couple years ago."

"Really? I wouldn't had guessed you were a sports fan. But, how you know about that game any way it wasn't even televised, ma."

"I'm really not a sports fan and I know about that game because I was there. I used to go to Jefferson High." She confessed.

"Word? You from Atlanta? That's crazy. I never seen you before. How you feel though?"

"Born and raised in the ATL shawty" she said in this ghetto ass accent. She sounded like just hopped off a bus coming from the food stamp office. It was cute though. "And what you mean how I feel?"" She asked with this puzzling look on her face.

"I mean how feel sitting here with the man with cooked your school's squad for years."

"Hey don't do that to my school, now. Here I was trying to give you some props and you tryna diss me and my school. You wrong on so many levels."

I burst out laughing; she really looked hurt by what I said.

"Your right, I was wrong. I'm sorry" I looked over at her and gave her the sincerest look I could come up with and placed my left hand on my heart. And just when she looked like she was about to give in... I said "I'm really sorry that your schools team sucked so bad"

"You really playing dirty now and we wouldn't have sucked if ya'll Coach didn't start recruiting kids as soon as they as they come out the womb." She rolled her eyes.

"Alright now, Coach Perry cool. He just wants to have the best program that he can get. He's a winner. Always has been always will be." I couldn't say much about what she said cause it was kind of true. Coach Perry does tend to start recruiting kids to come to Washington High while they're in like 6 or 7th grade. But, that's how he got me and Tristan. But, he's good at what he does. You can't be named the All-state High School Coach of the year five times; win 6 state titles and make at least the semi-finals every year since he became head coach all in the span of 10 years without recruiting the best players.

"If you say so. It's cool though cause every year in basketball ya'll get that ass spanked" she tried doing spanking movements in the air.

"That's Georgia. It's a Football state no one really cares about basketball that much. Ask the Hawks (the Atlanta Hawks)?" I chuckled as we pull into the parking lot of her dormitory.

"I'm sorry to break up this lil ass love fest but Imma need some help getting Arianna out of here" Tristan interjects.

We all hop out of the car. Tristan is carrying as we walk towards the housing building and Arianna is still passed out. Poor girl is gone feel all that alcohol tomorrow morning.