The Bad Boy's Love and Basketball

Chapter 10;

Tuesday, December 27th, 2016 (10 pm)

The party has been in full swing for over three hours now and there's three hours left. I'm sure I have blisters on my blisters and I would love nothing more than my bed. Oh, and I'm sure I'm getting my period later on tomorrow, splendid yeah? No, I should be happy about this party but nah. I'm not loving life so much. And no one could forget the iconic stare down Xavier and Carson had, just great. But other than that, my mom threw an amazing party if you ask me. Nothing I would've imagined, and if I was to; this trumped my imagination by a thousand. I can't exactly describe it great detail at this time because the loud pounding music of rap is effecting my sense of thought. Any who, I walk over to where my boyfriend(s) (Damn), brother, and father is.

"Hey daddy," I say over the loud music only to have my dad, Carson, and Xavier look at me. Look, it's God and the 12 disciples testing me as always. "Did I say dad? I mean't Brandon," Bad play on words again because Xavier and Brandon looks at me. "You know what, forget it," I leave the table not wanting to get a further headache. I am I stopped by Leanne and I instantly calm down when she ask me to dance with her. Just a little fun with my best friend will do me some good.

"Are you okay?" Leanne asks into my ear due to the loud music and screaming teenagers.

"I have a lot happening in this head, I just want to have fun at my own party," I groan.

"Girl, just let loose. You're finally legal and nothing more to worry about. It's your birthday," And ironically Birthday Song by 2 Chainz blares through the party. "Get loose," She's right, and hey, you only turn 18 once. I start dancing with Leanne but soon I feel someone dancing behind me, like really close to me, crotch to ass close but I didn't care to see who is it, I just kept dancing. I was to think this put dirty dancing to shame, with whoever this person is. All this grinding and such is new to me--kind of, but I'm way too into the song to care. I start yelling the chorus at the top of my lungs with the rest of the teenagers, 'All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe,'. A small group forms around the mystery person and myself, along with Leanne and my brother as we're all doing the same dancing. The cheering is getting louder and now I feel like I'm officially having fun at my own party. Thank God I changed out of that long ass dress into a shorter one (only because my mother wouldn't let me wear jeans) so now it's easier for me to dance or walk for that matter. The song changes over to Controlla by Drake and let me tell that song will have you feeling so many different types of ways. The dirty dancing got a lot slower and the person who is dancing with me, hands grip lightly on my waist.

"Damn Carson," I hear someone yell which is followed by screaming. Huh, why do teenagers scream after almost everything?

"I know you guys aren't just going to stand there and watch my brother and me, come on; dance!" I yell feeling kind of awkward after a while due to the fact that they're literally just staring at us as if we're fish in a fish bowl. Here comes the unnecessary screaming and them following in suit of what I told them.

"So, can you do this in the bedroom," Carson whispers in my ear. I turn around to face him not exactly knowing how to respond to his remark. Usually I just say whatever or don't answer at all but now I'm really dumbfounded.

"Well you're just going to have to wait and see," Good answer? I think it was okay, I'm not really sure how this whole 'sexy' talk thing works.

"And I'm willing to wait as long as you need me to," Holy shit, holy fucking shit. My heart, I'm dying. I mean it's not the best place to have this talk but it still means something to me. He's willing to wait; for me! He could basically any girl to lay on her back and he chooses to wait for me.