Jessie's Boy [boyxboy]

ten | baller boy

T E N \ B A L L E R  B O Y

Jessie wasn't very good at catching hints. She was great at a lot of things: getting attention, driving people crazy, hell, she was even great at physics. But Jessie was awful at realizing things and she wasn't very street smart- hence why she hadn't even noticed that I wasn't all that into vagina. One thing she was terrible at was understanding that people weren't that into her and when Jeremiah had finished a scrimmage, his coach had instructed a set of players to 'cool down' that set consisted of him and a bunch of niggas with high-top fades and long legs.

When Jeremiah was cooling down, he would walk around the gym and when he made his way to his bag to find a towel and his water canteen, thats when Jessie decided to strike.

Her perfectly curled ponytail was bouncing behind her as she swayed her hips to the nigga that was kissing on me three days prior. He was sweaty, his arms over his head as he took harsh breaths, despite how in-shape he was, they'd been practicing for hours and his wife-beater was clinging desperately to his skin.

Much like Jessie to their free-trial of a talking stage.

I watched it happen, much like one would to a train wreck and I realized how easy it would be for him to out me in that instance... without realizing. Jeremiah wasn't like that though, I could tell that and I had faith in that even with only talking to him for about a month. He was someone who cared even if he didn't really need to and even if we weren't on track for dating, I knew we were somewhat friends and I could trust him.

Jessie didn't know any of this though, she thought we'd met once and she assumed that I could help her win him back but even if he wasn't committed to me, I didn't want him slipping and sliding back into her, no way.

It bothered me, thinking that Jessie could quite literally steal him back -although she didn't know she was stealing- even if he was never really mine. And I didn't want him to be, I didn't want to have any emotional attachment to Jeremiah- scratch that- I didn't have any emotional attachment to Jeremiah. He was just cute.

And nice.

And funny.

He was a good friend, that was what he was, and we fucked around that was it.

Once we fucked, this funny feeling in my stomach would go away, I was sure. I mean, it wasn't anything 

I was too busy thinking about him to notice that she was already talking to him and I was out of earshot. Walking up behind her, I played the part of a thirsty nigga, the same part I'd been playing for years and I threw an arm over her shoulder.

"I'm talkin' to someone." He had stated simply, still leaning over his bag that sat on the bleachers. Taking off his wristband, he shoved it in the zip and licked his lips... and my heart swelled a bit, I tried to hide the corners of my mouth twitching upwards and he wasn't even looking at me but he bit his lip laughing a bit and Jessie laughed like she was in on the joke.

"She aint shit, baby." She rolled her eyes and went to rub down his sweaty chest, in that moment he slid back a bit, her fingertips barely grazing the fabric of his undershirt. Standing up, he scratched the back of his head and opened his water bottle, mumbling.

"Who said she's a she?"

Almost instantly, Jessie furrowed her brows and I tried not to choke on my own spit. Jeremiah was just casually putting it out there that he didn't only mess with girls and it both scared me and kinda turned me on. I mean, if he was this easily airing his own business out, what about mine? "Nigga, huh?" But he was so hot when he didn't seem to care what other people thought, it was something so like-able about him... that he didn't care about other people's opinions on what he did.