In and Out |Dave East| editing.

Chapter 45

{5:30 a.m}

Searching through my bag I noticed I didn't have my grey Under Armour spandex shorts.

"Shit." I mumbled throwing on my fluffy pajama shorts I hurried to the crib.

Running up the steps into my room it felt like something was missing.

Finding my shorts I threw them on looking around noticing how clean it was.

Going through Carter drawers all his clothes were gone except my favorite cologne that he always wore.

Pouting to myself I sat it back on the dresser before leaving.

Glancing at the time it was five forty and practice starts at six already knowing I was gonna have to run for being late.

{Gym}

Walking in Coach Milian glared at me.

"I know I'm late. Throwing down my duffle I gave my phone to Amore'. Can you put that on the charger fa' me."

Running on the court I jogged my ten laps before grabbing a ball to work on my free throws.

"Lah' Jayceaaaan." I heard from behind me.

"Kelly Belly." I replied without turning around already knowing it was him.

"I hate that name but how did you know it was me."

"Nigga you're the only one that calls me by my full name."

He laughed taking the ball from me. "Oh yeah, I like it."

"Thank you Kelly Belly."

Of course Kelly was a Pro Basketball player, he played for the Washington Wizards and is only twenty-one but beyond all the pro shit I actually really like him and enjoy his company.

"Tryin' to shoot the ball with you blockin' is not easy."

"Why, cause you uh midget."

"Or you'sa Skyscrap'a, ooh guess what."

"Lemme hear it."

"I've been workin' on my dunkin'."

"Really now." He asked sarcastically.

"Am I sensin' a lah' sarcasm."

He chuckled. "Prove it."

"Be my assist." Throwing him the ball I backed up a bit to get a running start.

"Ready."

He nodded as I ran, he threw it up and I made it right in.

"Aye, that's good shit now let's work on a couple drills."

When coach wanted us to work with pros shit I always thought it was gonna be females.

"Okay Lah' Jaycean one more."

I nodded holding up my index finger indicating him to hold on cause my breathing shorten fast. Going over to Cartier she tossed me my inhaler.

"You good."

I nodded. "Mhm."

Dribbling the ball as he circled around me I watched his feet and hand movement.

"Pass behind, Low, Left."

Dribbling low with my left hand he held his right hand out.

"Fake right, spin, break left throw it up."

Doing as he said I made the shot with no effort.

"You really good at handlin' the ball."

I smirked. "I know."