Layah's P.O.V.
I regained my composure realizing that this girl is the team's coach. I quickly found a seat and listened to what we were having in the upcoming week. I looked around the room and noticed that Bella was missing. "She probably got lost" I said to myself.
"YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY FRESHMAN?" The coach said.
"Uh..no...I was talking to myself..?" I said, not realizing how stupid I actually sounded. Everyone burst out into soft laughter and chatter.
The coach rambled on with nonsense for about 15 minutes, but I wasn't listening because her attitude needed some freshening up. I tried to focus on what she was saying until a message popped up on my phone. "FALL FLING, HOSTED BY KYRIE SIMMONS @ THE ATHLETE'S PENTHOUSE: TONIGHT @ 9."read the flyer. Kayla messaged and stated "BITCH WE GOING" and I smiled softly to myself.
"Freshm-" the coach was cut off by the loud opening of the gym doors. Bella walked through nonchalantly. She smiled when she saw me and came to sit next to me.
"Just because your brother has the entire school on lock, doesn't mean that you can walk into my practice any kind of time!" she yelled at Bella. "5 extra sets at practice, Simmons." she spat. Bella rolled her eyes.
"Stop being rude, Bella." I whispered.
"Freshman, you want 5 sets too huh? Damn freshman" she mumbled the last part. I scrunched up my face not replying to her. "What is your name, Freshman?" she sternly asked.
"Layah King", I said confidently.
There was a long pause before she answered: a giving sign that she was thinking about something. "Alright, King." she said. "My name is Alana Mitchell and I'll be your coach for this season. This here is your captain Kendall Morgan." she announced as she pointed at the blonde hair, brown-eyed girl.
"Y'all better bring y'all A- game to practice on Friday." she said.
"You can take it over from here Kendall" coached mumbled as she turned and left.
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Kyrie's P.O.V.
"KAI! COME PUT SOME HEAT ON THIS BEAT I JUST MADE." D'Jay screamed from his room. 'Damn, he's finished already?' I thought to myself. I was just starting to write down some words.
"Give me 10! Still thinking!" I yelled back. I wondered if that lil shawty found the gym. I mean...my directions were straight forward. 'Damn' I thought to myself, 'she beautiful and she prolly ain't even know it.' I didn't even get her name but I could've sworn that I've seen her face before.
-20 minutes later-
"Aight let's do this shit." I said to D'Jay.
"Finally, ready for this heat?!" he asked smiling.
"Just play the damn thing!" I said laughing. He pushed a button on his laptop and a remix of Alicia Key's "You Don't Know My Name" began to play. "Damn, this beat fresh man, but my lyrics don't go with this." I said annoyed.
"Well, go freestyle or something nigga!" he said giggling.
"Alright, run it back." He restarted the mix. I closed my eyes and flowed with the beat. "Makin' love to the beat so slow, makin' love to the beat girl it sound so slooww. Come and fuck with a G girl you already knowww. I got a hunnid on me for the night. Shawty don't you leave for the night nooo. You don't know my name, baby all these bitches want is my fame. You don't know that you're the one on my brain." I stopped. "Shit that's all I got for right now." I said. D'Jay looked at me with a surprised expression.
"Yo that shit was dope. You sure you don't wanna do this on a professional level?" He said excitedly.
"Nah mayne, it's a hobby. Bring yo ass. We have practice." I said leaving his room.
NAME-Tory Lanez
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Secrets In The Open
ЧиклитLayah King is a freshman at her new university. Being only the second in her family to go to university, she is an A/B student who got in on a volleyball scholarship. McKayla Jones, known as "Kayla" to her friends is a third generation Asian-Americ...
