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Josiah. | 1 week later...
"Lightskin, tatted, ass fat, I need ya number and that's that." Josiah rapped along to the music blasting from his headphones as he jogged on the treadmill. He was inside the athletic training room, trying to reach his numbers for the day. Everyday during the week he tried to reach at least 12 miles.
He needed to keep his weight and athleticism up because of the scouts checking him out. Being a NBA players son was fun and all, but he hated how people were starting to compare him to his father.
He didn't want to fill out his shoes, he wanted to build his own.
He felt his adrenaline pick up as he upped the speed, going from 6.0 to 7.5. The sweat ran down his face and he began to picture all of his goals and dreams in front of him, running towards it.
He was going to make it, create his own path, and do it his own way. And by doing it his own way, he decided that he was going to declare for the draft this year, instead of waiting.
Quickly pressing the rest button, the speed dropped from 7.5 to 2.0 and he held onto the sides, slowing his body down with it. He begin walking as his phone started to ring in the cup holder, reaching over to answer without looking to see who was calling.
"Yo." He answered, breathing heavily.
"Josiah I need your help." He could hear Nima's voice come through his headphones. He mouthed fuck as the treadmill slowed even more before ending.
He wished he had looked to see who was calling.
"Wassup Normani?"
He could hear her laugh softly. "I left my key card in my room, and I only see your car which means you're the only one there. Can you let me in?"
He made a face and stepped off the treadmill, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat off his face. "You don't usually come to the training center at 5 in the morning, what you doing here?"
"Awe you going to ask me a million unnecessary questions or are you gonna let me in?"
"Yeah whatever I'm coming." Rolling his eyes he hung up and slid the phone in his pocket, jogging down the stairs to go get her. She stood on the other side holding a Nike bag, dressed in workout shorts and a sports bra.
He pushed the door open and held it open for her.
"Thanks sweaty." She smiled softly, stepping inside and he mumbled welcome, letting the door close. Looking down at his shirtless body quickly, he turned around and watched as she walked over to the courts, placing his hands on his hips.
