The Game of Love

Ch. 4: You Again?

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Tyra's P.o.V

I wake up on Saturday at 6:45am and get in the shower even though Imma be sweaty afterwards. I complete my morning routine and put on my black basketball shorts, a multicolored sports bra, a long sleeve white Nike Dri-Fit shirt, some matching warmup pants, and I put on my Nike Free running shoes. I pack up my basketball duffle bag and make myself some oatmeal in the kitchen.

"Morning, Tyra," Deon says scratching his short haircut, walking out his room.

"Morning."

He notices the bag near the front door and my outfit. "Aye, you going for ya morning basketball workout?" He sits at the kitchen bar.

"Yeah. Imma run first then head to the school and run a few drills and stuff," I respond, eating my oatmeal.

"Cool, cool. Aye I looked in the safe in my bathroom and none of my money was in there? What happened?"

Ooh, he finally noticed. I sat quiet for a sec tryna figure out how I should tell him.

"Huh, Tyra? Where is the money?" he gives me a look.

"Um, you haven't been here to fill it up with cash."

He scrunches up his dark face and bangs the counter wit a hard fist. "D-mit Tyra! Stop stalling. Where is the money?"

I could usually take his yelling but he's scaring me now. "Um, ummmm, ummm-"

"Talk!"

"Okay, okay, okay." I take a breather and say, "We got robbed."

His face changed and he got up and punched the kitchen wall, creating a deep hole. He finally calmed down after cussing and banging up the house. "You know who took it?"

"No," I lied and I think he can tell.

"C'mon, Tyra don't lie to me? Who took it?"

"I'm serious, I don't know." I continue to eat my oatmeal.

"We need to get it back."

I think about the deal and decide to still not tell Deon. I don't want to risk our safety.

"How are you gonna do that?"

"I dunno. We need that money, though. I can work double at the trap. Sling a few here and there, work the street at night, protect the product convoy in the morning." He thinks for a second. "Did you pay those bills?"

"Yeah."

"You still have that $500 I gave you?"

I nodded and finish my oatmeal and wash the bowl. Deon brainstorms more ideas to get back the money. I head out to put my basketball duffle bag in my car. I begin my run through the neighborhood on this fine damp Saturday morning. I run 2miles in 15mins, take a 10min break then I go drive to the school's gym.

I go through the backdoor, scan my school ID card and go to the womens locker room. I say hi to Ms. Davis who's supposed to be monitoring the gym while people practice. I sign my name in her office and get ready for a warmup.

I go back to the gym and I'm the only one in here at 7:50 in the morning. I put in my black Beats by Dr. Dre Powerbeats2 earplugs and listen to my Pandora Radio music as I'm stretching for about 7mins. Then, I run layups and a dribble course with my own ball.