Love On Repeat: The Return

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Lyric and I stopped at her place due to the fact I wanted to spend the night with her. My mind was still wrapped around that person that I saw at the party.

She seemed familiar.

"Baby?"

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Lyric's voice, "Yeah babe?"

She came over to me and sat on my lap, "You okay? You been awfully quiet since we got back. Something on your mind?" I shook my head immediately.

No.

She kissed my forehead and I kissed her neck. We both instantly fell asleep.

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I dreaded going to practice knowing that all me and Tristan was going to do is sit on the bench the whole time.

My Pops is furious about that stupid rule UCLA has against freshman players. He has tried everything under the sun to get coach to let us play, but he isn't bulging.

Before I walked to the front of the gym, my phone started ringing. I glanced at the I.D.  It was Dré so I immediately picked up the phone.

"Wassup good bro!?" I said into the phone. I've been hearing about Dré all over the ESPN news reports. My nigga is doing it big in Howard.

"Nothing much, watching ESPN and I glanced at the headlines that you and Tristan ain't playing. What the fuck is going on?" He said as I sighed knowing that he was going to ask about that shit. "'Mane, this stupid rule that freshman can't start now play the full game."

I heard him snickering, "Damn that's crazy, but how is baby momma Lyric doing? Y'all are still together right?" I smacked my lips.

"Yes nigga we are! With yo' crazy ass. Are you taken yet or still sticking yourself in everything?" I joked.

"Ian focused on this broads man. But it's this one girl that I've been macking too," he paused, "As a matter of fact, this is her right now. I'll holla at y'all later. Peace."

"Aight bro." I hung up still glancing at the phone about to text Lyric, but coach barged into the locker room. "Price! Parks! In my office.." Coach Barnes said and just walked out. Tristan and I just looked at each other trying to figure out what we did this time.

We head to his office, which over looks the entire basketball floor. We walk in and he holds a paper in his hand. We didn't even take a seat and relaxed before he started going off with the mouth.

"What the hell are you two thinking about running to  your fathers over something that I can't control! The media is blowing up our institutions phone line begging the school to let the both of y'all play. Do you understand what both of you have done as far as going against and jeopardizing the rules?" He spat.

"Coach, with all do respect sir, you said that we were able to play let alone start once we came here. Why the sudden change up?" Tristan said. Tristan honestly doesn't like Coach since he has been acting shady towards a nigga.

As Coach and Tristan were going at it, I just glanced out the window looking at the dance team practicing on the gym floor when I noticed the same girl last night. I watched as she dance trying to see if I know her or not.