Over-Time
When your 2 points away from losing it all.
"STAY AWAY FROM ME!! I FUCKING HATE YOU!!"
And the next 10 seconds can make you or break you
"Coach is putting you on probation, if you slip up again, you're off the team...."
The next move you m...
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I washed down my painkillers with a bottle of water before leaving my dorm an hour early.
If coach wants to torture me with the bench and a track, then I am going to make the best out of the situation. Not being in practice means I have time ALONE to think about my life, my career, and myself as a whole.
Once I got to the track I put my head phones in and let Chance The Rapper's Acid Rap classic mixtape blast through my ear drums as I jogged.
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As 'Everything's Good' played out, I slowed down, stopping in front of the bleachers where I left my water bottle. I took a second to catch my breath before taking a sip of water.
"You got this punishment too huh?" Someone walked up behind me.
I turned around, my eyes landing on Jessica. I rolled them.
"No thanks to you" I blamed.
"Hey, you was the one who attacked me" She made clear.
"Because you hurt my best friend." I justified my actions.
"Which had nothing to do with you"
I sucked my teeth. "Mane what the fuck are you looking for here huh? An apology?" I chuckled sarcastically, "Cause you can shove that thought up your ass, you're not getting one." I made clear.
"I wasn't expecting one."
"Good then leave me the fuck alone." I sized her up before putting my head phones back into my ear and running off.
Running was a horrible idea. No amount of painkillers could suppress the eye-watering pain that shot up the side of my body. I stopped almost immediately , groaning out in pain.
"Fuck" I cursed standing up straight with my hands on top of my head.
"You straight?" Jessica asked jogging over to me.
I gave her the most annoyed look I could possibly give. What the fuck does this chick really want.
"come on you look like you're about to die, and I don't want to be the one to witness that"
I sighed and lift my shirt up slightly.
"Ew that looks nasty" She said making a face.
"Thanks to you and your cleats, I have a bruised rib"
"Well no thanks to that ring you wear, I have this knot" She said pointing to her head, "These bruises" She mentioned the purpleish-redish blotches on her legs.
"And there is a nasty bruise on my hip which I would much like to keep private."
I squinted my eyes at her. "what do you want from me?"
