The Boxer And The Dancer (Michael B. Jordan)

Chapter 3

•Drea•

"I Don't Like This, Why Can't I Just Wear Some Jeans." I Asked Keena As I Tried On A Dress She Brought From Her House For Me.

"Because, While You There, You Need To Be Snatching Somebody's Son's Attention."

"Oh God. Here We Go." Marcus Muttered.

"Whaaat, She Could Find Her Future Husband In There."

"Okay But This Dress Is Unnecessary. We Still Going To Watch A Fight."

"Okay Okay, I Guess You're Right. Let Me Look Through Your Closet."

I Sat On My Bed Scrolling Through Instagram While Waiting On Keena To Put Some Shit Together. I Saw That Mbj Posted Something.

Michaelbjordan Tonight The Fight Of A Lifetime, Will You Be There? Will You Be Watching?

"Damn This Man Is Fine." I Said Slightly Quiet.

"I Know You Bet Not Be Looking At My Man Michael." Keena Said, Throwing A Shirt At My Face.

"Giiirl. Goodbye And No, I Hate This Shirt."

Keena Continued To Look Through My Clothes. Marcus Was Laying In My Bed Falling Asleep. Soon I Was Going To Give Up And Just Put On A Hoodie And My Puma's.

"Okay This Shirt, Your Jeans And Your Puma's."

She Was Holding A Baby Pink Halter Crop Top. Instead I Switched The Pumas With My Baby Pink Hauraches. I Pulled My Hair Back In A High Slick Ponytail And Applied Some Lipgloss. I Was In No Mood To Do My Make Up.

"So You Just Going Out Here Barefaced?" Keena Asked Me As If I Was Stupid.

"Yes Ma'am." I Said As I Looked Myself Over In The Mirror. "Okay I'm Ready."

Soon We Were Leaving The House. I Was A Bit Nervous. I Had No Idea Why Though. I Was Starting To Feel Self Conscience In My Outfit. Marcus Noticed My Quietness.

"You Okay?" He Asked.

"Yeah. You Know How I Am. Make Plans Then Want To Go Back Home And Be In Bed."

"Don't Worry, We're Going To Have Fun."

I Just Nodded And Looked Out The Window. After A Good 30 Minutes We Pulled Up To The Center. We Got Out And Walked To The Entrance. The Line Was Long As Hell. I Could Feel The Different Eyes On Me. I Felt Out Of Place Or Like Everyone Else Thought I Was Out Of Place. When We Finally Got To The Front Of The Line, We Went Through All Types Of Scanners And Metal Detecters. We Got Snacks Before Finding Our Seats In The Actual Arena. We Were Closer That I Thought We Were. Close Enough That We Didn't Have To Watch It Though The Screen. It Was Almost Right Infront Of Us.

"How The Hell We Get These Good Ass Tickets Again." Marcus Asked.

"Keena Showed Her Pussy To That Man." I Said.