The Dream

Chapter 5

After getting out the shower, I see tossing and turning in my bed. Now I'm not mad that there's some random how in my bed. I'm mad at the fact I was ON THE COUCH. What kind of shit. So I went to go get a cup, filled it with water, and I splashed this bitch. She popped up and scrambled for her clothes. Once she leaves I go down the stairs to see Layla with a confused look. "Who was that?" I sighed." Some hoe from last night. How the fuck you kick me from bed." I sit back down trying to figure out what happened last night. Layla looks at me and tells me what I didn't want to hear but what I needed to hear. "Soooo, you know you fucked up right? This was the worst timing for you to do this. Were you even thinking about your future? Now, you have to fix this. Jay(my agent) ain't happy neither. How could you do this? Of all things you get caught fucking! What were you thinking?" I couldn't take anymore. "Ok Layla damn!!!!!!" I knew I fucked up. "Call me when you get yo shit straight." She slammed the door behind her. There were so many things on my mind. The draft, my name, Layla. It just made my head hurt even worse. I decided to listen to ESPN again. The crew was talking about my story.
Sportscast: Shaq, Ernie, Charles, Kenny

Ernie: So fellas you all have heard the Tyler Ennis scandal tell me your thoughts.
Charles: Well I feel it's unfortunate for this young man. He's a lottery to top 10 draft pic in my opinion and now he has teams looking at him sideways. They now have to wonder if he is going to be a no show towards practice because of him wanting to party.
Kenny: Exactly. His draft stock could drop tremendously. We know how players that stay out late have affected the team and chemistry. He now has to work harder to not only impress scouts, but to show that he either won't stay out partying or he is too crucial of a player not to draft him.
Shaq: Well you all stole everything I wanted to say. I just want to tell Tyler to talk to his agent and get this straightened up.

I turned of the tv and text my agent saying I'm on my way. Then I realized something: I still don't know where my car is!! I called Zach for some answers
Zach: aye what's good Tyler?
Me: what's good? Nigga what happened. We both was there but I'm the only nigga getting caught. Where the fuck were you?
Zach: hold up my nigga. Let's talk over a drive.
Me: And where is my car??!!
Zach: Chill bro. Coco is safe at Jerami's. I had him pick it up when I dropped you and that stripper off. I'll take you over there. Jus chill out till I roll up.