ᴍᴀɢɴᴏʟɪᴀ (ᴘʟᴀʏʙᴏɪᴜᴢɪ)

one.

Jordan

I walk into my new college as I start to look around and be amazed at all the basketball trophies that caught my eye.

I'm so gonna be up here.

I look around some more until I here my name in the distance behind me.

"AYO JORDAN, I KNOW YOUR DUMBASS CAN HEAR MEEE!"

I turn around and laugh to see Kimetrius out of breathe throwing his shit on the ground and sitting down on a chair.

"You were suppose to wait for me, but nooo basketball got in your head again." He huffed again.

"Sorry Metri."

He slouched in his seat.

"You better be." He mumbled.

I chuckled.

"Tell me again why I had to go to college with you again."

He frowned.

"It's not too late-

I laughed.

"I was joking."

He rolled his eyes.

"mhm."

-🖤-

"Finally a goddamn bed I can finally put my ass on." Kimetrius says as he jumped on one of the dorm beds.

"Oh by the way I call this one." He points at himself.

I set my stuff down and run towards the door.

"Aye whol up, where you going."

I look back at him.

"I'm going to the gym to warm up."

He frowns.

"Nigga you aren't warming shit, sit your yard stick built headass down, and take a rest."

He furrowed his eyebrows.

"NOW."

I sighed.

"Fine."

-🖤-

"Welcome to my court, y'all will learn to respect each other and will get along for if you want to be on this team."

We all nod.

"So we will start by doing some warm up dribbles and I'll see what y'all got."

He gave each of us a ball and we took off.

If I have a ball in my hand I lot of people would say I zone out of what's going on out there and focus on basketball.