Ball Is Life

Chapter 8: Exchange

                                  So give me all of you in exchange for me, just give me all of you in exchange for me'

                                                                                 -Bryson Tiller "Exchange"

                                  The past few weeks were spent working on getting back on track. Practicing three days out of the week, studying and catching up the other four. It was exhausting but it was helping. My GPA went from an average 2.8 to a 3.1. My boys was helping me not to be just the best on our team but the best in our state so that I could get into a division 1 college. My girls, they're helping to get me on track academically. Helping me to strive for above average, at least a 3.5. Illyana had a 3.2 and Nae with a 3.5. Tonight was me and Naomi's night to study. We put on some music and went over the Constitution. "So, what is the thirteenth amendment?" Naomi asked me.  "Thou shalt not sit in my room wearing a fine ass outfit and not expecteth me to be turned on-eth." I said placing kisses on her neck. She laughed as she tried to push me off. "Come on Nafis. You have to pass this test don't you want to be the best of the best?" I nodded. "Yeah but I need a little relief from all this stress." I climbed between her legs and lay on top of her. "C'mon, you know you want this." I teased and licked her chest. I pressed myself against her. "Feel that? He wants you." She laughed. "Nafis get off of me with your crazy ass." I chuckled and looked into her eyes. I lowered my voice and smirked a little. "Give me a kiss and I'll stop." I said lowly. Naomi jokingly rolled her eyes and began kissing me. I began grinding myself between her legs to turn her on. "Call me daddy." I said. She laughed. "Daddy." She whispered in my ear. Damn this girl knew just what to do. "Say daddy I want you right now." I gripped her hips. "Daddy..." She began. "Needs to do his work and maybe he can get some kitty afterwards." I groaned and got off. "Alright, alright. Such a buzzkill." She popped me on the head with her pen. "Come on just get through this. Then I'll see what we can do."

               The next day we were outside instead of eating lunch. Something felt weird, something was different. I stared at Illyana. "Is that a new fashion trend you're starting or something?" I asked. "What?" Illy responded. "Baggy jacket, leggings and uggs?" I said. She raised her eyebrow. "I just wanted to be comfortable today. " I laughed. "Weren't you the one that said beauty is pain? What you wanna be comfortable for now?" Dhamir laughed at my remark. "Shit maybe she pregnant." He said. We both laughed. Illyana bit her lip and looked away. "Holy shit..." Dhamir mumbled. "Wait-" I said speechless. Naomi rubbed her back. "Are you pregnant? Shit, does Ty know?" I asked. "Is it even his?" Dhamir added. "Fuck you Dhamir I haven't been sleeping with anyone else lately. Yes it's his and no he doesn't know. He's fucking other girls again so what does he need to know for?" She snapped at us. "Yeah but if it's his don't you think he should know?" I said. "For what baby? Please let me know. I ain't asking him for nothing. Don't need his support or his money. What y'all think this the first time this happened? I already had two miscarriages and an abortion. The boy ain't shit don't you realize that?" Illyana's voice raised as she spoke. I didn't dare say anything else. I just looked away. "How long you known? And how far along are you?" Dhamir asked. "About 3 weeks and she's about 9 weeks along." Naomi answered. 

"Nae, you're alright with her not telling him?"

"Mir it isn't exactly my decision."

"It doesn't matter! You don't think that him not knowing that he got a child on the way is fucked up?"

"Nigga, why do you think that she got an abortion? The last time she told him he said it wasn't his and that he only shoots blanks."

"So then it's not his."