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Corey POV

"Ay, you going to practice today?" Mike asked, walking up to me in the hallway.

"Yeah, moe," I replied, dapping him up.

"Bet."

We'd just got back from New York two days ago. I had a good time—linking with all my old niggas, walking around my old hood, seeing my grandma. But honestly, I liked it out here with Uncle East too. The peace hit different.

I was on my way to my locker to drop off some books before lunch when my phone started buzzing.

Incoming call: Britney.

"Hey, you coming over after school?" she asked.

Me and Britney met at the mall right after I moved here. We clicked fast—real fast. She was twenty and already in college at the University of California, but we found our rhythm. Eventually, I asked her to be my girl, and she said yes.

"What'd I tell you yesterday?" I asked.

"That you have basketball practice..." she muttered.

"Aight then, Britney."

"You don't have to be a smart ass."

I laughed. "Ma, you only saying I'm being a smart ass 'cause you a crybaby."

"You're annoying. And you better not be fucking with other girls."

"Don't start that shit again."

"Whatever. Bye."

"Hang up if you want to."

"Ughhh, what, Corey?"

"Pull up at my school."

I knew she was smiling through the phone.

"I'm on my way," she said.

I laughed. "Aight, ma."

Call ended.

This girl spoiled as hell.

When Britney pulled up, I stepped outside and walked to her car.

"I see what type of time you on today," I said, leaning on the window.

"What time is that?" she asked.

"Spoiled, insecure, getting-on-my-damn-nerves time."

"Wow. Insecure?"

"Yes. You know I'm not messing with other girls, yet you still wanna play like I am."

"Don't act like you haven't before," she said quietly.

"Were we together?"

She fell silent.

"Like I thought."

Britney sighed. "I know I'm older... but you just got my head all over the place. I've never felt this way about any guy, so I'm trying."

I nodded. "I can understand, and I'm here for you. But don't be accusing me."

"Alright," she said, softer now.

"So, I'll probably see you tomorrow," I told her. "Once I'm done with practice, Tia got me some dinner, and I'm probably gone chill and watch some plays."

"Alright. I hope you have a good practice."

"Appreciate it. I'll call you when I get out."

I made my way back to school, even though I'd already missed part of 4th hour. Mr. Jones was definitely about to be on my ass.