Gett Off | Prince Imagines

Love & Basketball

{For You era}

Like I stated in the previous update, this is the very last imagine before I finally put up Fifty Shades of Nelson part 2. So get yourselves prepared😉

Also, these imagines (from now on) will be told in the first person unless mentioned otherwise. That way, it'll be told in a much more personal perspective.

Enjoy💋

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"Aw, is the poor wittle baby getting mad?" Prince teased, a twinkle of devilish intentions in his tawny eyes all while that boyish smirk of his curled the ends of his ample lips. Hot sweat rained down the lines of my forehead and helped in the process of letting loose hairs stick to my face. My heart thumped against my ribcage uncontrollably, burning muscles throughout my legs and torso screaming for me to stop but I never planned on it. I wasn't going to stop until I beat him, as well as beat that smug ass expression off of his face. It was 13-13 so far, and all I needed was that one last shot to end the game and come out as the victor.

"Kiss my ass, Nelson." I spat through scowling lips, my elbow jabbing him in his exposed side which made him cave inwards as he emits a pained groan. Using that as an opportunity to swerve around him and leave him in the dust, my white converse shuffle against the pavement as I dribbled further down the driveway. Ragged puffs of air leave my drying throat, the high beat of my heart filling my eardrums being the only sound I could recognize besides the constant thump of the round brown ball upon concrete as I zoned in on my one and final destination: the hoop. One step, 2 step, 3 step and...shoot! Not stopping for a split second, I elongate my arms and flick my hands once I approached the metal goal, the ball soaring into the air. A fulfilling smile crept upon my face until I saw a familar afro head figure zoom from behind, jumping with all their might to smack the ball and stop it from entering the finish line.

That bastard!

Red fury crawled up the length of my neck, my chest heaving heavily up and down with balled fists as he turned towards me, satisfaction from what he just did written all over that stupid smirking face of his. There was smoke coming from my ears as I charged towards him, my hands flattening against his bare, sweaty chest to roughly push him back with all my might. He only stumbled a bit, amused laughs erupting from him as I voiced my anger at him. "You fucking asshole, you blocked my shot!"

Prince only keeled over in even more cackling laughter with his hands on his knees, heightening my aggravation towards him. He always thinks some shit is funny. He eventually straightens up and suppresses his giggles, then playfully wiggles his thick eyebrows. "You still want me to kiss your ass, mama?"

Infuriated he still saw this as a joke, I stump my foot down with a frustrated grunt and march my way from the driveway into the house of Prince's less of an asshole friend. As soon as Andre saw me stomping into the living room, he tore his attention away from the squared t.v. set and let his dark eyes land on me, his arched brows creased.

"What's got you so pressed?"

Pointing a single finger towards the door, I exude my utter annoyance through gritted teeth. "Your little midget friend out there, that's who."

Andre chuckled, his arms spreading onto the back of the couch. "Let me guess, his munchkin ass beat you?"

"No." I gruffly respond, snatching my blue towel I had left on one of the love seats. "He just doesn't know how to play fair."

Andre shook his head for he of all people knew how Prince acts, and another low laugh vibrated within his lean chest, his long arms crossing as his gaze jumped back over to the glowing entertainment box. "That's Prince for you."