Six Days later 10:28 a.m.
~PRESTON'S ⓟⓞⓥ~
"I can't believe you're making me go to the gym with you, why couldn't you go by yourself Mookie? " I whined.
I loved laying in the bed and being pampered every time I wanted something.
Lowkey, the pain stopped hurting as much two days ago, but I wasn't gonna tell Mookie that. The guys have been around often, I was gonna go and see Cj once I was better. I might as well do it after the gym.
"Because you needed a little exercise Pookie, all you do is lay in that damn bed all day. " She said as we walked to the car.
"And What's wrong with that? " I shrugged.
Since we were shot at, I've been keeping my heat on me at all times, I can't take no more chances, next will be my last.
"Stop complaining and be happy negro, besides, your growing a few pounds in that stomach. You'll thank me later. " She started my truck.
"Girl bye! That's all muscle! Don't hate! " I pulled my shirt up to prove a point. She looked at it and laughed while driving. My bullet wounds had been stitched and stapled. Man I wanted to cry when they stapled my shit together! Now I know how the game felt when he had to get staples in his head!
"Fuck you laughin at? "
"You nigga, don't forget who you talkin to. " She said in her ghetto voice making me laugh.
"So this how you gon spend yo last school free day Mookie? You could be laid up in the bed with Daddy. " I smirked, she grinned.
"But where's the fun in that? " She said, I slapped her thigh.
We pulled up to Trⓘm Gⓨm and got out. I grabbed me and Mookie's gym bag and we walked in.
There were barely any people here because of how early it was .There was just two men bench pressing, a black female with a lil ass running on treadmill . I felt a thump on my forehead.
"Nigga you bettah stop lookin at her ass while you still got one!" Karmela pulled me by my arm to the gym..
There were 4 courts, only two were being used so me and Mookie had one to ourselves.
I took my sweats off, showing my black basketball shorts and put on my J's.
I reached in my bag and grabbed the new box of pink and gray grape 5s I'd gotten Blaze to go pick up for my baby and handed them to her.
"What's this? " She opened the box and her eyes bulged.
"Preston, I can't take -"
"Girl if you don't put them damn shoes on!" I threatened her. She rolled her eyes & sighed, putting the shoes on with an attitude. I ignored her ass and grabbed my basketball out of my bag nervously, my damn paws were sweating.
"One on one. " She smirked at me.
"We could go back to the crib it would be like love and basketball in this bitch, stripping a basket!" I made her laugh but I was serious.
"Maybe one day, dream on. " She grinned, I smacked my lips.
"Fine, plain ole one on one. " I slouched.
"I get ball first ." She laughed.
"If you say so. " I said and passed her the ball.
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That unpredictable thug love
Random-Karmela Mckeney Jones aka MJ (16)- Living in the projects with her abusive, Alcoholic Uncle and Crack head Auntie along with her little sister Essynce(8). Pain, blood, and punches became MJ's daily routine. Her only hope is getting th...
