Fate | *DISCONTINUED*

Chapter 13

Finally... a time jump lmfao. - A 💋
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Andrew| 1 month Later.

Andrew kept his eyes on his opponent, trying his hardest to shake him off as he dribbled between his legs. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his teammate Allen open and passed him the ball. Before he could move to get open off the ball the player guarding him bumped into his body, forcing him to the ground roughly. He let out a harsh breathe and winced slightly as he grabbed his knee. It had been an ongoing irritation of his, since he bruised it a few games ago.

The referee blew the whistle immediately and the player caught a tech for unnecessary contact. "Tech on Jackson!"

"Are you serious?! Ref that's bullshit!" Jackson yelled in defense, the referee just warned him and walked away. He glared down at Andrew, scoffing.

"Nigga get yo ass up, flopping ain't gonna get you nowhere. I don't know why everybody hype yo weak ass up. You ain't NBA material."

Andrew felt his blood boil as he quickly got off the ground, still feeling the pain in his knee but he ain't give a fuck. He wasn't about to let nobody punk him.

"Say it to my face bitch." He hissed pressing his forehead against Jackson's. Jackson just smirked and pushed him alway.

"You heard me loud and clear nigga. Don't try to act all hard, you don't want these problems."

Andrew laughed calmly but he was very much pissed and before he could swing like he wanted too, his teammates interfered alongside the refs and Jackson's teammates.

"He ain't even worth it Drew, don't let him get in your head." His teammate Trevor told him, placing his hand on his shoulder reassuringly. "I would be mad too if I only had 6 points."

Andrew still glared at Jackson who was smirking. He couldn't stand him. Ever since he first played him a year ago, he's been a thorn in his side. He really wanted to beat his ass, Jackson assumed cause Andrew was light skin he was soft but he was far from it. He wanted all the smoke.

Bitch ass nigga.

"Yeah you right," Andrew nodded, finally looking away from him and at Trevor. "But best believe he gone get his."

A game time-out was called due to the commotion on the floor, and the refs were issuing two techs to both Jackson and Andrew. The only reason Jackson wasn't getting ejected was because this tech was more of a warning than the first one he got.

"You good?" His coach asked him as he took a seat and grabbed his Gatorade bottle from one of the team managers. He nodded his head and threw his head back gulping half of the water inside of it down. He pulled it away and let out a deep breathe, handing it back.

"I'm straight coach."

Of course he was lying though. His knee hurt like hell, and he was 1 shove away from beating the shit out of Jackson. He really wanted his ones.

His anger matched his mothers. Once you pissed them off, you made it on their shit list. And it was hard to piss them off.

"I don't believe you." Coach K mumbled, looking down at his red knee. "It's the fourth quarter, and despite the score being close, I think ima sit you out the rest of the game."