Quentin's Way

Chapter 6

            For the next few weeks, I focused on my obligations to the team. Since I was now cool with all of my teammates, my day-to-day routine went a whole lot smoother. I had a little fun off the field with girls, including Latoya, but I made sure not to get into anything that would distract me from football. I met up with Demi at the library or the student union building instead of his dorm room to study for our calculus class because we couldn't talk about our past in public. After what he'd said to me after my first game, I honestly didn't want to talk about our past anymore. By mid-September, I'd struck a balance between being his friend and study partner and being his ex-boyfriend. Still, it was like my heart couldn't do what my mind was telling it to do.

            "Bruh," Reggie said to me as we worked out in the gym. "Who is that fine bitch I saw you eatin' lunch with earlier today?"

            "Latoya," I told him. "She got a nice booty, don't she?"

            "Hell yeah. I seen her get up from the table y'all were sittin' at and that ass was lookin' right in some yoga pants. You smashin' or what?"

            "Nigga, you know I'm smashin' that."

            "That's wassup."

            "She got some good pussy, too. It don't take much to make her cum."

            "Damn! You tryna cuff her or what?"

            "Man, hell nah. She just a regular. Whenever she down to fuck, I break her off. Any other time, I just pick from one of the hoes that's practically throwin' the pussy at me."

            He laughed and said, "I hear that."

            We moved over to the bench press and while he spotted me, I asked, "How is everything with you and your girl?"

            "It's cool. I feel bad for cheatin' on her sometimes but it's too many fine ass females in the world to just be with only one. I love her and everything, but I have needs and she's all the way in Atlanta goin' to Georgia Tech."

            "I understand."

            "You got a girl back in Virginia?"

            "Nah."

            "Lucky you. You ain't tied down to anybody. You can be in pics and shit with bitches without a girlfriend findin' out. I gotta keep tellin' these hoes that they side pieces. I can't be in no pics. Don't comment on my shit and don't even like my shit on Instagram. And what do they do? They do the shit anyway and my girl be ready to drive all the way down here and stab me."

            I laughed and said, "Damn, I don't why these females play like that. They know you with somebody yet they still wanna trip."

            "Shit is fucked up. If you a side piece, stay in a side piece's place."

            "True."

            "Hey, wassup y'all," Jacen said as he approached us at the bench press.

            "Wassup, J," I said back as I put the bar and weights back on the holder.

            Reggie rolled his eyes and asked, "What you here for? You don't need to be in here because you don't play. Only niggas that get time on the field can use the gym."

            "Reggie, chill," I said. I turned my attention back to Jacen and asked, "You need somebody to spot you?"

            "Yeah," he told me.