Chris and Kamaal

Chapter 35: Ball Hog

Chris and Kamaal 35: Ball Hog

*One month later*  

*Kamaal's POV*

So far, everything is goin real good. Chris and I are still together. Matter a fact, we got elected cutest couple in school. Chris is doin his thing with the step team, and the basketball team hasn't lost a game yet. Even though Jamal and I are beefin, we manage to try not to kill each other. We're currently in practice runnin a few drills and I'm hella pissed off because Jamal is passin the ball to everyone except me.

"Run the play again!" Coach Briggs says as he blows his whistle.

After all this time I still wanna shove that whistle all the way down his throat. We run the play again, and Jamal is still playin games. I'm wide open, and he wants to be mega man all of a sudden and pass by everyone to attempt the shot.

"Carter!!! How the hell could you miss that easy ass shot? Get your head in the game sir!!!"

That's what his fuck ass gets!!! I'm glad he missed that shot and got yelled at for it. We run another play, and once again he passes the ball to everyone but me. I get around my opponent, hold my hands out, and yell for the ball. 

"Yooo I'm open!!!"

Jamal looks at me and snickers. He passes the ball to someone else. Damn, is this how Myra felt when we weren't givin her the ball in gym class? I'm beyond fed up at this point. I take the time and confront him.

"Jamal what the fuck bruh?"

"What's the problem?" He asks me

"Why the hell you ain't passin me the ball?"

"Sorry, I guess I didn't see you were open." He says as he shrugs his shoulders

At this point, we interrupted the entire play, and the team is watchin us argue.

"Fuck you mean you ain't seen me? I've been open the entire practice."

"You want the ball? I'll give it to you." Jamal says. "Run it again y'all!"

We run the play again. I run pass my opponent and yell for the ball again. Jamal gives me the most forceful pass in the world causing the ball to hit me in the face.

"Nigga you did that shit on purpose!"

"You said you wanted the ball punk, so I gave it to you."

I run over to Jamal and shove him hard. He falls to the ground and gets up quick. He shoves me back causin me to stumble a little bit. Before I can go in for the kill three of my team mates hold me back.

"Alright, I've seen enough. Hit the showers. Same time tomorrow! Carter, Jacobs, my office now!!!" Coach Briggs says

We disperse from the area and grab our materials. I'm standin on the middle of the court fuming. I grab my backpack from the bleachers, and head into his office with Jamal muggin the fuck out of me. I jump at him and he jumps back at me. We get into his office and take a seat. His office feels like we're seein the head of the mafia or some shit. There's a long ass desk, it's dark with one lamp shining, and it just feels weird bein here.

"Look, I'm gonna cut to the chase. I'ma need for y'all to cut the bullshit. I made you captains for a reason, meaning you two need to work together, most importantly get along." 

"But Coach he-"

"I really don't wanna hear it right now, Carter. Y'all better cut the crap now, or y'all won't have a spot on this team. You are dismissed."

To be honest, I'm still not settlin shit with his ass. I'll work with him, but I ain't sayin shit to him. I grab my stuff and head out of coaches office. Jamal approaches me again blockin the exit.

"Move out my way nigga, before I move you myself."

"Just know this ain't over." He says

"I see you still feelin froggy, but you ain't leap yet." I say as I laugh at him.

"You ain't gon' do shit nigga."

I drop my shit and get in his face.

"Wassup then nigga???"

I mush him in his face and he falls down. I pick up my backpack and walk off. 

"And if you think about touchin me, I have no problem fuckin yo shit up again."

I walk off leaving him on the ground. I dare that nigga to jump stupid.

*Jamal's POV*

I'm real fed up with that nigga. He's always tryin to steal my shine. First, he got the love of my life, and now he has my same exact spot on the team. I brush myself off and make my way home. I step in the house and make a few phone calls. 

"Hello"

"Whats good nigga?"

"Nothin just chillin."

"Oh dats wassup. Come over and chill wit ya boy." I say

"Jamal man, I-"

"Man just come over."

Vm"Aight, give me a few minutes."

I hang up the phone, change out my clothes, and take a shower. 15 minutes later, I hear a knock at the door. I run down the hall and answer it.

"Wassup Trey?"