nothing less ➸ demar derozan

eleven

DeMar

"This is whack," Kevin says. I furrow my eyebrows. We were currently at Kevin's house celebrating Friendsgiving. The boys plus Reggie were all in his livingroom playing 2k and Madden. They had been yelling and hitting each other each time they'd win or lose - it's chaotic.

"You're the one who set this up," Kyrie chuckles. He was snacking on some chips and watching DeAndre and Reggie go at it on Madden.

"No, no, not this," Kevin says and then pauses the game causing Kyle to groan. "DeMar."

I furrow my eyebrows as he mentions my name. I don't know why my name is coming out of his mouth as if I made this 'whack.' "What?"

"You need to quit lying to everyone," he says and now suddenly the room is quiet. They're all staring between the two of us wondering what's going on.

"What do you mean?"

"We all know you be staring at us when we be changing in the locker room. You be on some suspect material."

"What the hell are you talking about?" By now, I'm confused as hell. If anything, I'm the only one in the locker room who acts like they have sense in them.

"You like boys," Kevin shrugs.

"What the fuck? Get on with that gay shït. I like girls," I say defensively. There are some suppressed laughter between the boys.

"It's alright, I like boys too. You ain't gotta lie," Kevin admits and reaches to grab my leg. I instantly get up quickly ready to push him back.

"Chill with all that, bruh," I yell. Everyone erupts into laughter and then Kevin starts laughing as well. "Y'all nasty as hell, bruh. I don't do that stuff."

"Chill, we were messing with you," Kyle laughs.

I look back at Kevin suspiciously, "Kevin on some gay shït."

"Nah, I was joking," he laughs.

"But you ain't have to say all that," I shake my head. "Talking about 'I like boys, too' hell nah. You suspect."

Kevin shakes his head, "When you went to grab a coke, we all planned on that." I shook my head and sat down on the couch still uneasy. "Ay, but for real, DeMar, what's been up with you?"

"What do you mean?" I ask again. I rose my voice this time because I was confused - still. "Be specific."

"You like Isabella and you let her be with a hoe. Jimmy is a freaking knockoff. The dude will sweet talk every girl and have them all wrapped under his arms as if it's okay," Kevin says. "Come on, you know we all were trying to get with her, but we sort of backed off because we knew you liked her."

I stayed silent and rubbed my face in my hands. I glanced out the window and saw Jimmy and Ella talking on the porch. They looked like they were having a good time and I knew they were.

"Jimmy's a hoe?" I heard DeAndre whisper.

"Yes, dumbass, he be with a new girl every day," Draymond says a bit too loudly.

"He's our brother though, so either way we gotta be cool with him," Paul says. A couple of the boys smack, but he continues, "Jimmy is still our teammate. He may be a hoe and disrespectful as hell off the court, but we have to respect him on the court during practice, the locker room, and in games. He's too good for us to lose." I nodded my head at his words because they were true. Jimmy was a good player and was too valuable to lose over some girl.

"I don't know, bro," I mumble. "I just let Ella slip out of my fingers like that, but she'll realize he's a hoe. Hopefully it won't take her long, but either way, they not about to last."