Ball Is Life

Chapter 3.1

India

The fact that Chris thought it was okay to cancel my flight this morning was unbelievable. I wanted to fucking kill him; now how was I going to explain to my mom and dad why I didn't make it for room sign up. Now I have to use my money to get a damn hotel room; matter of fact-.

"Uh, your paying for my hotel room." I spoke to him as I sat in the passengers seat looking at my freshly painted nails. I couldn't get my usual french tips because I was going to be playing hard ball for the past week and a few days. I really didn't want to play non stop ball and only have two days off. But hopefully Chris and I will chill with each other those two days.

"Huh? I ain't paying for shit." He said said chuckling.

"Yes the fuck you are." I snapped. He was truly pissing me the fuck off. I was annoyed and I wanted to punch his ass in the face. "You shouldn't have canceled my fucking plane ride there, Christopher."

I pulled my hat over my eyes before huffing again. I wanted to just roll over and go to sleep right now. This wasn't it. I just couldn't with Chris right now.

"Chill, I just wanted to chill with you before we had to ball all week and not see each other." He said looking towards the road.

"Chris you should have told me you were going to do this shit." I huffed looking out at the road ahead of us. I watched as we passed a farm. I watched the horses and it reminded me how I use to freak the fuck out after seeing the horses when I was a little kid.

"EWWWWW!" I screamed when the most horrific smell entered the car.

"Chris, what did you eat?" He busted out laughing holding holding on to the steering wheel tighter.

"I didn't eat shit. I was going ask your bum ass that too." I plugged my nose while laughing.

"Speed your ass up." I shooed him with my hand. I need to get past these fucking horses. They didn't smell like that when I was younger.

"You still mad at me?" Chris asked pulling my arm then his fingers finally wrapped around mines. I rolled my eyes then smiled.

"Nah, but you should have told me."

"I know. It won't happen again." He assured me.

"Yeah, I know it won't." I smiled.

You the realest nigga living if I told my breath... My ringtone played which was telling me my goon Paris was calling me.

"Babbbby." I cooed into the phone. Chris looked over at me and raised his eye brows. I don't know why he's getting all worked up. I'm not that kind of female to talk to another nigga while I'm in the same car as my main nigga. Not me; not at all.

"I miss you baby momma. I wish I could have come."

" I know. I wish you could have came too. I miss that ass." I smirked then giggled.

"Put your shit on speaker." Chris said glaring over at me. I rolled my eyes and took the phone from my ear and pressing speaker at the same time.

"Damn baby; you really miss a bitch." Paris loud and obnoxious laugh filled the car.

"Paris, fuck did I tell your ass?" Chris asked her. Paris laugh came to an stop and I turned my head giggling a bit.

"I comes before that dick; Breezy." Paris said making fun of Chris's nickname he was given by his westside friends.

"I don't give a fuck. She's mines now. So get the fuck over that shit." Chris said smiling over at me.

"Don't worry baby; you the best I ever had Paris." I laughed.