I walked into Ferguson's house all smiles.
"Good afternoon black folk"
"Where you been at?" Ferg asked me.
"It's only eleven in the morning" I sat beside Rakim.
"Yeah, but all night. Where were you then?"
"The gym is twenty four hours. I was with a personal trainer" I took my hair down. "I was just stopping by really quickly to say hello"
"Emphasis on the quickly"
"My wrist is getting better, so I can fight soon. Coach apologized and gave me my keys back so I can drive again. I can go back home too. I think I'll be fine." I said.
Rakim laughed. "He must have thought you were going to stay put. Ferg got comfortable with you being around with your little injury"
I shook my head no, and looked at Ferg afterwards. "I never stopped fighting this long"
"Good to know" Ferg said.
"This is getting awkward..." I mumbled, and turned to Twelvvy. "Should I leave?"
He pretended not to hear me and tapped his pencil against his paper.
"Let me talk to you" Ferg got up, and went outside.
I followed him out onto the porch and sat on the stairs. "You gotta take your grill out. You have a lisp when you talk with those in"
"My case upstairs, and I want to talk now" He said.
"Yes? Lay it on me."
"You going home now? You really trust that place?"
I nodded my head. "Coach and I are working on our relationship. I want to put up the effort and see how it goes. Plus, if I was here, I would just end up following and being behind you all the time, Darold. I have a career too"
"Uh huh" He nodded his head. "It's all becoming clear to me"
"What is?"
"Don't worry about it"
"You smell really good" I commented, and decided to sit beside him.
"You only let me touch your booty at night" Ferg stated. "Can I come over your house?"
"I don't know about that. I would-"
"You don't even gotta finish" He said. "Don't worry 'bout nothing"
I frowned and stood up. "I'll talk to you later, Ferg"
He pulled me back onto his lap. "We need us a schedule. And I'm still coming by your house anyways."
"You're not. I don't trust you there." I said.
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"I like these new gloves a lot better" I said stepping up to the punching bag.
My trainer held it in place. "We're going for endurance. Small punches. Lift your feet."
I hated this.
I started punching the bag as fast as I could, but softly, and lifted my feet as if I was taking a a step forward, but I wasn't actually doing so.
I had to do that for ten minutes straight.
Took a break.
And did it for twenty more.
I dropped down on the mat after that.
"Okay, water"
I heard noise at the entrance, and turned my head to look. A camera crew came in.
I hopped up when I saw the mob enter behind them.
"Sayvior, focus" My trainer said.
"I need a break" I responded.
Ferg pointed in the other direction and was pointing at the ceiling and stuff and started walking.
Nast spotted me and gave me a head nod as a hello.
I decided to get out of the ring, and walked past Ferg.
He grabbed me by my wrist and pulled me back. "You did that on purpose. We shooting something. How long you been here?"
"A little bit. You're looking thick in that outfit."
For a second, he was at loss for words, but then got upset. "Go. Do what you was doing before" He turned me around.
I shrugged. "Oh well. Bye guys"
I went back to, and climbed into the ring. "Hello" I smiled at my trainer, but I didn't mean to.
I believed that I was excited to see Darold.
"What?" He asked me.
I shook my head no. "Just a fan"
"Just a fan" Rakim mocked me, walking up to the ring.
"Are you ready?" My trainer asked me.
I looked down at my wrist and shook my head no. "I need ice now"
I hadn't even been paying attention to the slight pain.
My trainer left the ring to go get me ice.
Ferg came up to me, and walked up between my legs.
"I don't know why you did that. You've never been there before" I moved back and crossed my legs.
My trainer came back with some ice, and Ferg pulled me closer to him by my leg.
"Can we talk?" I asked.
Ferg backed up so that I could get down, and then we went outside.
He walked around back and I followed behind him.
"I just wanted you privately" I mumbled, and hugged him, but immediately moved away. "You look nice, and I'm sweaty. Sorry"
"Share some sweat" He pushed our pelvises together. "You not even sweaty. It's more like you're glowing"
"That's a terrible way to put it" I responded.
"Come on". Ferg leaned down, and kissed me. "I have a filming limit, and that nigga in the ring was trying to give you a bag of ice."
"You can come over my house at night, Darold, but you have to be good" I mumbled.
The smile on his face told me that he wouldn't.
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