Love and Basketball ||Urban(DAVE EAST)

Chapter 96

Saint Smith
"How the fuck you whoopin my ass?! I'm the one on the Lakers!" I exclaimed.

"Don't hate the player kid, hate the game." My dad laughed, pulling his shorts up a little. It was crazy how alike we were.

"Nah old man you not gone get over on me...fuck that." I huffed, bouncing the ball over to him.

"Why you even keeping score anyways?" He asked. "Cause I'm not."

"You know I got that competitive gene in me. Get it from yo ass. You was always tryna beat somebody at something." I panted watching as he dribbled the ball in his hands.

I made sure I kept my eye on the ball. Making sure he ain't pull no tricks on me cause that was my thing. Looking away for a split second only because a bead of sweat had dripped in my eye, my pops was gone. I turned around, that nigga was up in the air dunking on me again.

"You know what fuck this shit. How are you better at me?" I asked.

"I'm ya pops that's why." He chuckled, letting the ball drop and roll away.

"You gotta teach me everything you know." I said, lightly punching him in the shoulder as he took a seat on the benches.

"Most def. I'll give you a few pointers. So you can play as good as me." He smiled.

"Like now." I demanded.

"Give me a few seconds to catch my breath nigga damn." He panted.

"Aight, aight old man. How you learn to play like that?" I asked, taking a seat next to him.

"I was always good since I could remember. My older brother taught me from a young age. Taught me tricks and shit all that. From there I fell I love with playing ball. Then I started playing on High School teams and eventually college teams. I was on my way to becoming something big. But then I got too cocky. Started slippin up. Coach told me I wasn't all that. Told me I was easily replaceable so that just crushed my whole dream." He explained. "I gave up. I put basketball aside after that. Didn't know what I wanted to do with my life."

"Thats why you were so hard on me." I blurted. "You ain't want me to head down that same road."

"Y-yes." He stuttered. "Now that I look back at it. I was wrong as fuck. I was harsh. It might've been out of jealousy cause I saw the type of talent you had and where it'd get you. I'm sorry..."

"Man quit it...we stopped all that apologizing shit a while ago." I chuckled, nudging him in his arm. "I forgave you. It's over with."

"I still feel like shit...treating my only son like trash. Ain't cool." He huffed.

"It is what it is." I shrugged. "You tryna go one on one again?" I asked changing the subject.

"Nah...I'm a little tired. Could we just sit here just for a few?" He asked.

"Yeah...yeah...or we could go back to my crib. I never got to really show you around. And I don't think you formally met Cassie." I suggested.

"Okay we could do that." He nodded, slowly getting up from the bench.

Watching as he exited the court, I couldn't help but cheese. Like that was really my pops. In the flesh and everything. Hanging out with him had to have been the highlight of my life besides meeting Cass.

Grabbing the basketball that had rolled under the bench, I followed my dad who'd already been across the street where my car was parked.

I unlocked it from a distance watching him hop in the passenger seat. Once I reached my car, I got into the drivers seat, putting the basketball in the back and pulling out from my parking space.