The Bad and the Worst (URBAN)

The Bad and the Worst : Four

Kaine Markell Thomas

I know any young nigga raised in the hood who plays sports said it was what saved their life. Well that cliche is my reality. Football has been the only constant in my life; that, my mother and now Kameh.

In school, I was always the one to watch on the field. Scouts lived at my games and I showed out every time. I wasn't a bad kid for the most part, but some shit in my blood line couldn't be changed. Ever.

"I swear I hardly even remember what you look like since you barely come home," my mom joked, as I set up the tent in the backyard.

"But you sure don't have a problem with puttin' me to work though," I smirked.

"That's my job," she patted my leg.

We were having a Thanksgiving cookout this year since Houston was hot as hell. That's one thing about down south I could never adjust to! My mom and aunts were finishing the last of the food as everybody arrived. Of course I got grilled about the season and if we'd had a chance at the title. The women, however, were more interested in my love life.

I did want Kameh to meet my mom and everybody, but she was a little fragile. Kameh put me through some loops just to even get her number. After she chilled with the bitch routine she refused to give me any kind of play due to my reputation. Any other nigga would've been left her ass, but word was nobody on campus had any luck. Hard to find nowadays.

"How's Philly, shorty?" I asked over phone, as I played Madden.

She was silent for a bit, "It's alright, mostly chilling with my nephew and brother. Everything okay with you?"

"Yeah, just hot as fuck. I don't miss this shit."

"I bet you don't," she giggled.

"Ma and everybody asked about you. Tryna figure out when she finally gon' meet you."

"She's a sweetheart. Tell her hi, but I don't know Kaine."

"Your excuse can't be you don't think she'll like you. Come on, Kameh. What you scared of?"

"I just- when you going back?"

I sighed loudly, "I gotta be back tomorrow night."

"We'll talk about it then, okay?"

"Alright. I love you," I said not expecting her to say anything back.

"I care about you," she said before hanging up.

Yeah, I was first to say I love you between us. No lie, it hurt like hell not to hear it back; actually my biggest fear. Kameh can be a bit of bitch if you don't know her, but she's what more hoes need to aim to be instead of all these social media hoes. She was wife material, and in my prime or not, she was too perfect to pass.

Couldn't really sleep so I made cinnamon rolls and watched Training Day. Coach had the team on a strict diet since the season started and my ass was fiending for sugar. I even found a blunt I stashed last time I was here.

"Boy, you still messing with that stuff," my mother complained as she stepped out on the patio.

"Its just a little herb. Still messing with them grapes?"