The Game

4.

Chapter Four

~Hassan~

    I threw the ball to JT, and he threw it back. "Bruh this our last game of the season before the tournament. It’s gone make us or break us," JT sighed.

"I know. Michigan State, UCLA, and Tet want a nigga," I smirked.

"I heard Ole Miss wanted us too," JT nodded. I shook my head.

"All that shit too far from home though," I sighed.

    "Huddle up!" Coach yelled. I stood up and followed my teammates to the sidelines. "Listen here boys. Tonight, is the night. It determines whether y'all even get a chance at State. Now last year, we went and we took that L. But y'all have been on a winning streak but it can easily be shattered. So, don't let them knock y'all out. Continue to be defeated. Strive for better! Go out there and give those scouts a show!" He yelled.

"Roar on three! 1! 2! 3!" I exclaimed and they all roared.

"Damn JT breath hot!" Stank yelled making everybody laugh.

"Yours smell like shit so," JT replied. Coach sighed shaking his head.

"Honestly I don't understand how y'all make it as a team." I smirked.

    "Let’s Go!" I yelled and we ran out on the field. While waiting for the game to start, I spotted Milan and her friends. She was in some leggings looking like my dinner and dessert. She caught me staring and blew me a kiss.

    "I'll be back," I told Coach. He nodded and I jogged to the sidelines. She stood there watching me.

"What?" She asked.

"Can I have a good luck kiss?" I smirked. She blushed.

"Unh-unh," she shook her head.

"So, you know if we lose, it’s your fault right," I shrugged.

"So," she shrugged. "And when y'all lose, you're taking me shopping," she stated boldly.

    "No when we win, you're going home with me," I told her. She smiled and pressed her lips into mine. I touched her face and pulled away.

"That was a bad luck kiss," she grinned.

"No, it wasn't. You're my good luck charm," I smirked.

"I'm your cheerleader for today and maybe tonight IF you win which I doubt," she teased.

"Already doubting your man," I shook my head.

    "You know I'm already making arrangements for tonight, so don't try it," she rolled her eyes.

    "I think I want another bad luck kiss," I teased her. She rolled her eyes and I kissed her again. Then I pulled away backing up from her. She smiled. I turned and jogged back to my teammates.

"Mac-Daddy!" Stank yelled.

"Damn. You got Milan fine ass?" Justin asked.