Twenty-two-year-old Mikey Williams and the number one pick on the Los Angeles Lakers has been in the public eye since eighth grade. He's now one of the most popular NBA players in the world, with a multitude of people admiring his talents!
Seventeen...
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When I first got to work today, I ignored the fuck out of Jenna.
But then I realized that she didn't even know Mikey and I were even a thing and that I was potentially putting my job on the line all because I was bitter.
"Hey I'm sorry, I was just having a rough morning," I apologized.
"I understand, but communication is important around here if we wanna make sure these guys are in perfect shape. I know you're young and if there's ever anything you wanna talk about, I'm always here for you,"
Ew.
I'm kind of creeped out, because what if she saw pictures of me in Mikey's phone.
Well no, because he kept a lot of his shit on private accounts which no one knew about.
If you opened his camera roll, you wouldn't see anything but him.
Weird, but that's just the way he is.
"Thanks," I smiled as I walked out.
"Oh and Malika," she called me back. "Just because I'm a little older than you, that doesn't mean we can't be friends. We should hangout sometime. I like being cool with the people here,"
Yeah bitch, I bet you fucking do.
"I don't know...."
"Just think about it sometime okay. If you want, we can go somewhere after today's practice.
"I usually workout after the practices,"
"Oh, I guess you gotta maintain that figure if yours somehow. How about I come with?"
"If you want to,"
"I do! Give me your phone, I'll save my number so we can work out the details later," she quickly saved her number before handing my phone back to me. "Sooo later?"
"Later," I plastered a fake smile onto my face.
After three more long grueling hours of assisting players that acted as if they didn't want to be helped, I was finally off.
I had homework to do, but I always did my workout before that.
Jenna invited me over to her house because she had a gym located in it.
Part of me thought about staying at the job forever because it seemed to have paid well, judging by the looks of her home.
But, it's just not something that I would want to pursue in the future.
