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ezra: this privileged fuck

          Man, I can't believe this girl just cheered on this fucking white boy. The nerve of this fucking girl, him of all people? I was clamping this fucking kid, he couldn't get shit over me. I dapped up Martin and he slapped my chest.

         "Good defense Ez." I nodded and watched as Kevin eyeballed me from the other end of the court.

          "Where that smirk at Kevin!?" I shouted I got in a defensive stance as he got to the half-court line, Marcus set a pick and when I tried to fight over the screen, Kevin did a quick crossover going the other way, he drove into the lane and threw up a high floater, which Richard blocked. I jumped to grab the board but it went over my hands and into the hands of Joey, one of Kevin's teammates. Joey was a 6'5 white kid from overseas, he came here to play ball and he was a three-point specialist, saving our schools asses in a few games that came down to the wire. He squared up and pulled up, nailing that shit from like thirty feet.

         "No fucking way," I said as Richard grabbed the rebound. Martin sucked his teeth.

         "Oh, he wanna shoot three's, watch this, ayo! what's the score?" Kevin thought for a second.

         "Um..., it's four up." Richard looked up at Kevin and frowned.

        "How! we were just bussing yall ass!" Marcus laughed while Joey and the rest of the team shook their heads.

        "The score is 3-4, you guys are up, that is if we're counting by ones and two's," Joey said while jogging backward. Martin nodded and inbounded the ball to me, I passed it to Stephen and he dribbled up the court. My entire team was weird, we all had a mix of basketball playstyles that meshed well together. Stephen was our "point guard" he was the best of all of us if you asked me, he wasn't a shooter but had a consistent jumper, and when he got hot, he got hot. He was better at driving into the lane, thus a great mix of scoring abilities. Martin was our "two guard" Martin was nothing but a shooter, always waiting in the corner or on the wing. I would be the "wing" I couldn't shoot a jump shot to save my life, but I tend to knock down deep shots better for some odd reason. 

             My best attribute was my defense, I take that shit to heart. I can't do any of that fancy scoring and shit so I stop others from doing it, I'm also a very good passer, often playing the impromptu point if Stephen was tired. Blake and Richard did the dirty work, Rich was a big tall guy, grabbing rebounds and putbacks were his forte. Blake was also like me, he just played defense and often chased around the other team's shooter. 

           As Stephen came up the court, Marcus stepped up to defend, Stephen dumped the ball offf to Martin and Joey came over to stick Martin, which left Richard wide open in the paint. Martin quickly dished it to him then Richard did a single dribble before going up for a dunk. At the apex of his jump, Kevin jumped up to block it from behind. I quickly grabbed the rebound and dribbled out to the corner. I was wide open so I pulled up for the jumper, I missed horribly as the ball clanked off the front of the rim, Joey grabbed the rebound and took off down court, the closest person to him was Martin and he already had an extreme headstart. The most we could do was watch as he dunked. I jogged back down the court past Kevin. He looked away from me and jogged the opposite way, when we were right beside each other he stuck a foot out tripping me.

        I quickly got up and pushed him as hard as I could he flew back a couple of feet and hit the ground hard. "What the fuck is your problem man!?" Marcus quickly came over standing in front of me holding me back. 

        "Come on bro, you gotta remember what I said, no matter what happens, you lose." I glare at him as he speaks to me.

         "Bro I know you've noticed this shit!" I point at him, "someone needs to punch this privileged fuck in the face." Kevin laughed as he stood up, brushing himself off. 

         "Come on, it's basketball, I thought you people were used to that type of shit." I snapped, before I could reason with myself I swung at him before I could reach his face, Marcus had me in some type of headlock or something.

         "Alright, alright, alright," Marcus said as walked me away and towards the guys, "games over," I struggled until I was out of his grip.

          "I swear to god, imma kill that fucking white boy!" I said as we walked over to the bleachers and took a seat. Blake shook his head.

           "Bro, you can't, you know if you so much as lay a finger on him you're getting kicked out." I sighed, it was the truth, there was nothing I could do.

             ***

              After that little episode at the gym, the gang and I went back to my dorm, aside from Stephen and Richard, who had different dorms, they were going over to theirs to take showers, which I also did. I smelled like sweat and I was ready to explode, so it helped calm me down. After getting out and changing I checked the time, it was 6:45 now, the party started at nine, so me and the guys decided we'd go to the cafeteria to eat dinner so we could kill some time. We all had gotten dressed for the party since it was no point of us having to shower and change twice. I donned a pair of Oreo Huaraches and black G-Star jeans along with a black polo t-shirt and black denim jacket. If you couldn't tell, my favorite color is black. 

             As we entered the cafeteria Blake started up our conversation.

            "So! who getting some pussy tonight?" Everyone raised their hands and then laughed. In my head, I wasn't thinking about that. My main goal was to finally ask out Keisha.