Big Mistake 2

"Slam Dunk"

"Since you wanna act grown as hell, act as if we don't provide for your ungrateful ass, get your shit and get the fuck out of my house. Right muthafuckin' now! I'ma show you how it feels when you bite the hand that feeds you." -Paris Vaughn-Stewart

Crowds cheering, high kicks, herkies, the sound of a basketball being dribbled and thrown into two separate court nets, and infinite chatter amongst the entire gym were the only sounds heard upon everyone's ears.

It wasn't the first official game for the basketball team of Redwood High School, and many other schools just a scrimmage against other competing schools around the state of Georgia.

Everyone in the city were in attendance to watch the boys and girls battle against one another. There were many rivals from the year before, and years before. Everything was perfect, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves-- as well as the food being sold.

"Look at Juju. Go Juju!" Jules cheers as Julian runs down the court, basketball dribbling in hand. He stops at one stand point seven feet away from the glove, and makes his three-point shot.

The crowd erupts in a fit of cheers and jump from their seats.  Even though it was a scrimmage game, the city of Redwood and other neighboring towns, take sports very seriously. 

Jules pulls on Paris's arm and jumps up and down, cheering happily for her son.  She wished his dad were there to see their child in action, but sadly he had refused to attend due to work-- but everyone, including Julian, knew that story was a complete and total destructing lie.

It was now second half time and the cheerleaders were coming out onto the gym floor to perform a dance.

Jules rolls her eyes and turns toward Paris to talk.  "So, how is my little unborn God baby doing in there?"

Paris smiles and tilts her head to the side, batting her eyes at Jules.  "They're doing fine, except for giving me morning sickness." She rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

"Of course, of course. But you should be used to it by now, right?"

Paris cuts her eyes at Jules and they both chuckle.  She wasn't used to the constant sickness just yet, but she was sure that by the time she'd be ready to deliver, that her baby would just scoot their way on out of her body and leave her in peace.

"Hell no. Maybe when I give birth I'll be fine, but it's over and done after this. No more kids, no more sickness, no more of anything. I'm so tired of getting pregnant, I don't even think there's a moment throughout my entire life where I've never been pregnant."

Jules shrugs and twists her lips off to the side of her face.  "Well, yeah there is. You haven't been pregnant for the last five years, P."

"Ooo, five years." Paris taunts sarcastically, twinkling her fingers in the air.  "Let's try you, you've been pregnant once, and Ju' is about to sixteen next year."

"Yeah, but look at things this way; you have four beautiful kids, well actually seven, and they all love you to death. No kid is perfect, but they're worth it." Jules rubs Paris's back as she nods her head.

"Thanks Jules, you have been a really great best friend friend to me these last twenty plus years."

"No, I'm your little sister. And I always will be. I'd never turn my friendship down over money, men, and anything that has nothing to do with being loyal, faithful, grateful, caring, passionate, all of the above. Danielle is the fakest, most devil fied bitch I know. Fuck her,"

Latavia pats Paris's arm and points toward Octavia being carried by another guy on his back.  Her legs draped around his torso, and her arms draped around his neck.