Marcus in the MM
Marcus POV
"596...597...598...599...600!!!! Alright fuckers! That's enough. Practice over. That'll teach you for coming to my practice late...and you can all thank Big Daddy Marcus for that!"
"Yeah, thanks Coach. You a real ass help. Much appreciated."
"Don't sass me Williams. Now y'all hit the damn showers. Tomorrow, you'll ALL run 40 laps around the campus."
All you could hear was groans from the other players and I also got glares. But since they can't beat my ass, I really couldn't care less.
"Damn man, Coach trippin' for real. He must ain't get no ass last night," said Travis. Travis is our school's star running back; he also happens to be my cousin, but we more like brothers.
"Or maybe he did get some ass," said Trey, our homeboy, "and it wasn't good."
"Either way, he in a mood and a ni**a bout to throw up in this bih cause my headass cuzo wanna make the team late because....cause....you know what, I still don't know why the hell you was late. Explain bruh."
"I was right behind y'all and this know-it-all jit ass freshman got in my way. I was right behind the team and I ran into him."
"Is he cute?," asked Travis.
"Wait, if you ran into him, then how was he in your way?," asked Trey.
"You know what I mean, Trey."
"No....I don't think I do. Like, how bro?"
"No seriously, is he cute?"
"The boy was in my way by him being in my way."
"That doesn't make any sense Marcus. Either you was right or in the wrong."
"So...he was right to mouth off to me Trey?"
"I ain't say all that. I'm saying you just can't act like you above anyone one us. You already call yourself Big Daddy Marcus like a complete dick."
"Oh, so I'm a dick now?"
"Yo, for real my ni**a, was he a cutie or not?"
Damn cuz!!! No, a'ight? No, shorty wasn't cute. He looked like a smoked rat. You happy now?"
"Naw, you lying," chimed in Trey, "you never call somebody shorty or shawty unless they cute. Its the fuck boi rule."
"Whatever, listen. Lets just clean up. We got class in a few."
"A'ight, lets go. But, this is still all yo fault, cuzzo."
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Its now 12:35 PM and I'm entering Business 101 with Trey and Travis. I'm only taking it because its an easy 'A', especially since I already have the top grade in the class.
Trust....this is a bird course for me.
I walk in, getting greeted by everyone in the room, including my boy Money. He knows everybody and come from money. When the football team got into a big ass brawl at a local club during Alumni weekend last year, Money used his allowance from his father to bail us out when we got arrested.
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