Chris and Kamaal

Chapter 29: Sidelines

Chapter 29: Sidelines

*Myra's POV*

I am currently in cheer practice, and we're watching the boys tryout for the basketball team. Around this time, we usually practice for about an hour, do a few tumbles and cheers, and we watch the boys play. We're walking around in t-shirts and short shorts making all the boys go crazy. I have on my volleyball shorts and a t-shirt. As I look over at the team, I notice Kamaal make another free throw shot. I'm sensing a lot of tension between him and Jamal. That would be some shit if they both make it.

"Give me a K!! Give me an A!!! Give me an M!!! Give me a- KAMAAL HOW DO YOU SPELL YOUR NAME AGAIN?"

Kamaal laughs his ass off and makes his way towards the bleachers. As I'm laughing with him from a distance, another cheerleader, Draya, approaches me.

"Girl you know him?"

"Yeah boo, he's dating the bestie!!!"

"Wait, are you talking about about Chris?"

"Yep, that's his boo. They been dating for months!!! Everybody knows, girl where you been?" I ask her

"Chile you know I'm always the last to know shit. But damn, Chris get all the fine ones!"

"Well that's how me and my best friends do!!! We pull niggas left and right!!!"

I continue to watch the boys play before ending cheer practice. I give Kamaal a thumbs up, and he points and winks at me. I give him a confused look back. That's the second time he's done that. Should I tell Chris about that?

*Jamal's POV*

Damn man what the fuck is really good? It's like I can't even avoid this nigga. Everywhere I go, he's always popping up. I try to talk to Chris, there he is. I see Chris outside of school, there he is. Now I'm trying out for the team, and low and behold, this dude is here. Not only am I pissed off about this, but it's throwing me off my game. Basketball is my passion, and hopefully my ticket into college, so I have to make the team this year. I'm still missing free throws, and that punk is laughing at me. He wanna laugh? He has no idea what I have in store for him. The game is officially on.

*Trey's POV*

Step team practice is really tough today. I mean, I know I said I wanted to get back in competition mode, but damn, I wasn't expecting this shit. Chris and Tiara are really trying to kill us today. But hey, I ain't mad at them. They are great leaders and assets to the team. To be quite honest, I kinda like it when Chris yells at us. Usually he's so cool, calm and collected, but when he comes to practice, he's a whole different person. His voice comes out. We're going through the routine over, and over, and over, and over again. I'm just about over it and ready to head out the door. Before we go through routine again, Chris gives us a break. I decided to go over and talk to him.

"Damn nigga, you tryin to kill us or somethin?"

"No not at all." Chris says as he takes a sip of Powrade

"You shittin me. You're workin us too hard."

"Well ain't this what you wanted? To get back in competition mode?"

"Yeah but-"

But nothing. Tell your team to get their shit together, and I wouldn't be so hard on y'all."

Chris gets up and calls us to attention. I swear that was the quickest 5 minute break ever. We get in our positions and run through the show again. Lord, here we go again.

*Chris's POV*

I walk out the school, go to my car and head home. Trey caught a ride home, and Myra rode with Demetri. As I'm driving home, my mom calls me.

"Yes mother?" I say as I answer my phone

"Don't yes mother me nigga. Where the hell are you at?"

"Ma, I'm on my way home from practice."

"Oh yeah, it is Tuesday. I totally forgot." She says as she hangs up

I mean damn, is she gonna say goodbye at least? I finally make it home and dinner is on the table. My mom, my sister and I sit at the table, while my sister tells her about her day in school,

"Mommy, I wrote the alphabet today and I learned how to write my name."

"That's great baby. Can you write better than Chris?"

"Yeah, Chris writes bad."

I laugh at both of them and continue eating. I eventually finish my food and walk upstairs to my room. I open my laptop and see an incoming Skype call from Kamaal. I click the answer button, and Kamaal's face pops up.

"Wassup bae?" Kamaal says

"Hey baby..."

"How was your practice today?" Kamaal asks me

"It started off horrible, but eventually I got them in shape."

"Yo lil ass ain't do shit." Kamaal says as he laughs

"Oh really? Ask Trey and the rest of my team how I roll."

I continue telling him everything that happened in practice today.

"Damn bae, I'm impressed. It turns me on to know that you actually have a voice because your so calm and quiet."

"Thats what everyone says. I become a completely different person when I step in practice. Strictly business. So how did tryouts go?"

"Maaaaan that's a long ass story."

"I'm all ears." I say as I lay on my bed

"Well first of all, things were all good. We were all shootin around in the gym before it started, I look up and guess who I saw?"

"Who???"

"I saw Jamal's punk ass walk in the gym."

"Awwww shit, did you hit him?" I ask him reflecting on the fight they recently had.

"Bae you have no idea how bad I wanted to, but I kept my cool. I did bump him on his shoulder after I put my name on the roster."

"I forgot to tell you that he can ball. He has talent."

"You shittin me, cause that nigga was runnin suicides slow, and doin his exercises funny. I think that nigga is related to Shaq." Kamaal says as he laughs

"What makes you say that?"

"Cause dat nigga can't shoot free throws for shit!"

"What??? As long as I've known him, he was always a good shooter. I wonder what happened?"

"Who knows, but baby I did so good!! I was on fire!!! I think I might make the team cause coach was impressed." Kamaal says

"Thats good punk, I'm proud of you."

'I got yo punk in my trunk nigga!!!"

"What trunk? You ain't got no vehicle!"

"Oh, you got jokes huh?" Kamaal asks

We continue Skyping for another hour, and Kamaal says he's going to sleep. I swear he gets tired quick. We blow each other kisses, and we go to bed. Before I close my laptop, I get a text message from an unknown number. I look at my phone and read it.

"Wassup sexy?"

I look at the phone as if had grown a head or something. I look at it again, and decide to respond.

"Who is this?"

*Text Message* Don't worry bout dat

*Text Message* Just know dat I've had my eye on you for a while

*Response* Whoever this is, quit playin on my phone. I got a dude

*Text Message* Please, dat nigga ain't got shit on me. Take care :-)

I roll my eyes, delete the messages, and put my phone on the charger. I roll over and immediately go to sleep.