~HOTSHOT~
"PICK THEM KNEES UP" Coach Bridges shouted
I swear this man gon end up killing us with these routines
Everybody was frustrated, but it was for a good cause, he wanted us to be better than Lebron and Michael
"PICK IT UP BLOCK! STOP SLACKING"
Ion see how we still be having energy to do this shit. Coach don't mean to be this hard on us, he said he think of us four as his sons cause he married with no kids
He barely pay the other boys any attention cause we his "star players"
That's fine with me cause Block, Sin, and I don't even know our dads
Jess got a dad, well stepdad, ion think he like em though, that ain't my business
Me and the boys been best friends since we met in Kindergarten
*whistle blows*
It's finally time to leave
We always talk shit in the locker room
~BLOCK~
"I'm bout sick of his old ass and these bull shit routines" Sin said
"Hell yeah, it's for a good purpose though, he don't want us to be on the streets like everybody else" Jess said
"Block you straight man? You been slacking a hella lot lately and if you keep on, he gon take you out the game" Hotshot said
"Fuck allat" I waved him off
I'm high as hell, ion care about no game
"Aye y'all gotta come to the crib tonight, hella bad bitches gon be there" Sin said
"Shid, who you invite?" Jess asked
"Everybody hoe" Sin replied
"Is it gon be some bud?" Hotshot asked as Sin kissed his teeth
"What's a party without weed?" Sin said waving a small bag of the cannabis in his face
"Boys lemme talk to you" Coach Bridges came in with his hands on both his hips
"You guys did great today... minus you Block" he glared at me as I rolled my eyes
"Coach ain't nobody finna keep doing these routines, wearing us out" I complained as the boys looked at me shocked
"Listen here, you gon do whatever the hell I make you do, whether that be routines or making yo ass sit out the next game, we came TOO damn far for you to hold us back James" he glared at me again before walking out, slamming the door behind him
"Nigga, you stupid, for real" Sin said getting the rest of his stuff and walking out
"Block... you gotta chill man, cause if I have to run 15 million laps cause of you... it ain't gon be pretty" Jess said, tying his shoes
Jase just shook his head and left
~JESS~
"How was practice?" My mother asked
"Same ole same ole" I said looking out the window
"Nigga Block was talking back, I think we finna have to run hella laps tomorrow" I sighed
"That boy, he need some real guidance in his life" she responded
"He need to stop acting stupid and get himself together, I can't keep having to suffer cause he wanna be big and bad" I said
"Maybe it's not just him, maybe he has things going on that he doesn't wanna talk about"
I swear when she said that I immediately ran in the house to call Block
*plays generic iPhone ringtone*
"Yoooo" he said
"Nigga we gotta talk" I said
"Bout what?" He asked
"What's been up witchu lately? You been acting up" I said
"Man I know. I gotta get my shit together. It's just been a lot going on at home man" he expressed
"Well you ain't gotta go through nothing alone bro, you know I'm here for you, Sin here, and Jase, we all here for you, shid even coach baked potato head ass" I said causing him to laugh
"I preciate that man, but aye, you heard bout ole girl?" He asked
"Who ole girl? Why news always gotta come to me late?" I asked
"You live under a rock and Prescilla, people going around saying she did them and shit" He explained
"People?" I asked scrunching up my face
"Nigga people as in boys AND girls" he said
"She go both ways!?" I asked shocked
"Nigga... you really live under a rock" he said
"Mannnn she better not ever try to get with me again, that's embarrassing as hell" I said
"Right but aye ima hit you up tomorrow, I gotta get high" he said as I chuckled
"Aight nigga" I said before hanging up the phone
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