The Boxer And The Dancer (Michael B. Jordan)

Chapter 6

•Michael•

I Was Chilling With Some Of My Niggas But I Was Barely Paying Attention To Them. I Was Texting Drea.

Me: Let Me Take You Out Saturday

Drea 🤤💃🏾: 🤔 I Can Def THINK About It

Me: 🙄 Difficult

Drea 🤤💃🏾: I Don't Have Date-Like Clothes

Me: We Can Do Something Simple, Like Go Bowling

Drea 🤤💃🏾: Skating Instead?

Me: Anything You Want

Drea 🤤💃🏾: Okay Fine, Saturday. I Get Off At 4. We Can Go At 6

Me: Cool, Can't Wait

"Man Are You Even Paying Attention. Who The Fuck You Over There Texting." Sterling Asked.

"Some Chick He Met After The Fight." Chad Said.

I Side Eyes Him. "Wow, Cause I Wanted Everybody To Know."

"First Of All I Can't Believe You Told Chad Before Me." Sterling Said.

"And She Not Just 'Some Chick'."

"So Who Is She?"

"Mind Ya Business."

"Damn, I Come Back And It Look Like This Nigga Already Finna Cuss Somebody Out." Vince Said Coming From The Bathroom. "Why The Fuck Y'all Niggas Ain't Start The Game."

"You Start The Fucking Game." I Told Him Looking Back At My Phone

Drea 🤤💃🏾: Um And I Don't Appreciate You Blowing Up My Instagram Notifs

Me: 😏 Oh Please You Love It

Drea 🤤💃🏾: Whatever Jordan

Me: Extra 🙄

Drea 🤤💃🏾: 😂😂😂

I Looked Back Up And They Were Playing 2k.

"Now Y'all Know Vince Ass Finna Be Crying." I Said.

"Shut Up Hoe."

"Ya Sister."

"Ya Mama."

"Ya Grandma."

He Smacked His Lips. "Fuck You."

A Knock At The Door Caught Our Attention. I Got Up And Answered The Door. My Mom And Dad Were Standing There. I Went To Slam The Door But My Dad Stopped It.

"Son That's How You Gone Be, You Not Gone Let Us In?" He Asked.

"For What?!"

"Aye, Watch Your Tone, We're Still Your Parents." My Mother Said.

"Barely. Why Are Y'all Here?"

"Michael We Need Money For Dad's Medicine."

"What Medicine?"

"His Cholesterol And Kidney Medicine."

"And What Happened To Your Insurance."