Growing Up A Graham

Chapter 8

Brayden:

Saturday's were usually the days I look forward to the most. I'm either hooping here at home with some of my teammates or I'm bettering my skills with some of the Clipper players. But now, my foot is all sorts of fucked up so I have no choice but to stay at home and get into something. I did my usually morning routine before sliding down the stair rail to the first floor.

Smelling something good cooking in the kitchen, I slowly limped in their to see what it was. Evelyn was standing by the oven, peeking inside of it.

"What're you cooking?"

"Hot pockets."

"You know you can just put those in the microwave, right?"

"They taste gross when you do that."

"You trying to share?"

"Mm, yeah but not with you, Sebastian is coming over in a little."

"Really Evelyn?" I smacked my lips

First Quentin, now Sebastian. She's always taking my friends and leaving them whipped. It's irritating as fuck.

"Looks like you an Mel have more in common than I thought, y'all some damn thots."

"I am not!" She threw a spoon at my head

"Bitch," I mumbled

She's lucky I have this cast on but little does she know I have an even better plan for revenge. Pulling out my phone, I went straight to Quentin's contact and sent him a quick text asking if he wanted to come over and play some 2k. He replied fairly quickly saying he was on his way. Let's just hope Sebastian shows up first.

Slowly making my way into the living room to say hi to mom, I was surprised to see dad sitting on the floor with Riley, helping her color in her Paw Patrol coloring books. This is the first time in a while he's been home on a Saturday like this, he's usually in the studio or preparing for a concert in the state. I still hate him though...

"Morning mom."

"Brayden? How in the hell did you get down here?!" She quickly stood up to help me sit down on the cough

"Mom, stop," I shrugged her off, "I slid down the rail."

"You're going to hurt yourself even more," she fussed

"I'm fine, I swear."

"What do you have planned for today?"

"I invited my friend over, nothing major."

"Let me know if you guys need me pick up any snacks or anything."

"Will do."

"Say good morning to your father," she said lowly in my ear

I shook my head. He's the adult so if anything he should be the one saying good morning to me.

"You're so hard-headed."

"I don't care," I grabbed the remote and changed the channel to ESPN

They were playing highlights from last nights game. The Raptors and OKC were in the finals. I couldn't help but to imagine what'll be like when I'm in the NBA. Money isn't a factor Im looking forward to and neither are the groupies considering I already have both of those. I just want to be THE greatest. Better than Jordan, Magic, Iverson, Lebron, and Curry. I'm hoping to be drafted by the age 19, to my favorite team of all time, The Raptors. I know it's not good to be so picky because being drafted to a team can be so uncertain but I can see myself doing being things with them.