His Melanin Addiction

05

Josiah Davis

"ALRIGHT GENTLEMEN WORD FROM SOME OF THE STAFF HERE AT PRESTON UNIVERSITY IS THAT PRACTICE IS COMING IN THE WAY OF YOUR ACADEMICS, SO AFTER THIS WEEK WE WILL TAKE IT BACK TO THE HIGH SCHOOL WAYS. STUDY HALLS AND TUTORS WILL BE MANDATORY BEFORE PRACTICE. YOU MIGHT BE ASSIGNED A TUTOR, OF IF YOUR GRADES ARE UP TO PAR YOU WILL HAVE STUDY HALL." coach yelled. I bit my lip knowing that all the groans of annoyance were because of me and my mouth.

"THAT'S IT, AND I'LL CONTACT DEAN TO GRANT ME ACCESS TO VIEW GRADES. PRACTICE IS OVER!" he said walking out of the huddle. We all stood up some of them boys were complaining about whoever grades look ass need they ass ran over. Little did some of them know I'm the real culprit. I should've kept my mouth shut. I was walking to the locker rooms. I took off my pads and sprayed some fabreeze on it before spraying my whole locker. I took my wet practice jersey off it and threw it in my duffle bag. I pulled on my sweatpants and took off my cleats, and slipped on my Nike slides. I threw my senior sweatshirt from high school. I grabbed my duffle bag and walked out still hearing whistles. I walked over to the track. I went up on the bleachers and watch as the girls lined up ready to go. The girl in the short, shorts with matching sports bra with the see through white crop top lined up last. The bright lights radiated right off her chocolate skin tone. You saw the sweat shine like glitter on her. Her legs were well toned, but you could still tell she missed no meals. Her hair was up in a high bun that made me think of Trinity. When the whistle blew, the girls took off. But this one girl was damn near done. I got up and started clapping like a damn idiot.

"HEY THIS IS A PRIVATE PRACTICE!" the female assistant coach yell. It was when a man told her to calm her ass down. The man waved for me to walk down to the track so I did. He looked at me then I realized it was coach Bluntham.

"Josiah, my boy." He said as we slapped our hands together to get a strong hand shake.

"Your girlfriend is a force to be recon with- "he spoke.

"She's no longer my girl, but continue." I interrupted. He looked down at me confused.

"Oh, well she has form and she has speed. I've never had to coach someone with so much talent and I have dealt with Olympians but she has them beat. She doesn't look like it but she has gold medalist stamped on her foot." He said honestly. I nodded.

"Really?" I asked. I knew she ran about five laps every day after school but I never knew she was fast.

"Yeah, why do you sound like you didn't know this already?" he asked. I laughed because I truly didn't know. When I contacted the scouts I just told them that she could run.

"So, where she at?" I asked, looking around the track. He pointed to the girl in the short shorts and licked my lips. I knew that she reminded me of Trinity but it was crazy that she was her. I was beyond shocked. Her skin tone should've been the clue, the hair was the giveaway. But the body shook me. I knew of her being sort of slim. But she kind of filled up more in the ass region. She walked over to the assistant coach as if the run hadn't fazed her.

"What's my time?" she asked.

"Seventeen point five seconds." Me and the assistant coach said at the same time. Trinn grabbed the Gatorade bottle and slowly chugged it, well at least it looked slow from my eyes.

Her eyes traveled to me and a smirk was on her lips. Though she's been avoiding me, I can tell that she's really been trying to build a friendship. She used the towel and gently dried the sweat off her legs before pulling on Adidas track pants.

"Carter you did great." another girl yelled. She smiled and said thank before walking over to me.

"What are you doing here?" she asked. Coach Bluntham's eyes widened before walking away giving us privacy.