True to the Game © 2016 (Urban)

P R O L O G U E

P R O L O G U E

"Deon Westbrook finishes the 2nd Quarter with a 3-pointer! Atlanta Knights 24 - Detroit Bears 15!" I grinned as my silver go go heels clacked against the floor making my way onto the court. With me being the only black dancer for the Atlanta Knights Dance team, I always had to show out.

Getting into my position, the loud music turned on. I did the moves we'd just rehearsed, my eyes only on Deon. His coach was giving him a mouth full. Being the best point guard of the team put allot of pressure on him and it was very stressful.

The team depended on him and wouldn't stop until they won the playoffs. Sweat rolled off of his caramel skin, his jersey showed off his broad shoulders. Deon had tattoos all over his arms, from bible verses, to his daughter's name along with the number he had since high school. Number 2. "Looking at Westbrook again?" Brittany murmured as we both ended the dance piece with a split.

I smirked. "Girl please, I could have him if I wanted him." We both got up breathing heavily as the crowd of fans went wild. Brittany glared at him for a moment, watching as he twisted through his kinky curls. "I can agree with you on that but dang girl, back up some. You know Coach would kill you if she caught you lookin' at her man." I lead the dance team back to our dressing room as we all sashayed off the court. I was doing more than just looking.

Having Deon's girlfriend, Ashley as our dance coach was annoying. All she ever talked about was Deon, what Deon bought her or where he'd just flown her to. "Just make sure you pour a lil' liquor on my grave." I teased as we all freshened up to go back out on the court.

"What a good game, what a good game! Deon Westbrook scored 30 points through out the whole game leading the Knights toward their win along with the help of Brandon Gooden who scored 16 points. Leaving the final score with 108 points for the Atlanta Knights and 92 for the Detroit Bears." I watched as Deon rushed through the conversations with his coach and nosy reporters finally, walking over to Coach Ashley who had been watching the game the whole time instead of going through the routine with the girls and I.

She wrapped her arms around Deon's neck placing a kiss on his forehead asking about a new restaurant to go to and congratulating him on his win. Ashley was seven years older than him and she looked much older than thirty. She was only with him because of how much of an increase he was getting in money. I sat in one of the empty court-side seats dosing off a bit.

I didn't understand why he was with her. She was already trying to settle down with him from what I've heard but Deon's too young to be tied down with an old gold digging hoe. I looked away from the fake happy couple act they put on, this was all for the media.

"Come on Nani, we've got to get changed out of our uniforms." I sighed following Brittany to the back. One day he'd drop Ashley.

im really bad at these lol, the first chapter will be better I promise.