Page 28 of No More Jocks

Brandon pulled up to Kim’s apartment complex and parked his car in the circle driveway. "You need me to bring you a pair of clothes or something?"

"Naw, I keep a bag over here?"

"Are you and Kim smashing or something?"

"Bro, absolutely not. You sound like Mom. One day, we will discuss why that won’t work, but not today."

"I’ll be at moms; are you coming home soon?"

"I don’t know when I will be back,” I said.

"Hope I see you tomorrow bro," he said. We completed our departure with a brotherly handshake and hug, and I headed to Kim’s door. Before I could ring the doorbell, the door opened, and Dante, my teammate, was coming out of the house, pulling his pants up.

Dante had the biggest dick I’d ever seen, but wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. Rumor was he had an OnlyFans where he fucked girls with a doggy mask on. He got chicks just because all the girls and even some guys wanted to play with his dick, but I would not be the bearer of bad news for Kim without proof.

"Damn Kim, you’re fucking my teammate too?" Dante asked.

"Dante, it’s not even like that. I’m the one that gave you her number, bro, remember? Kim is like a sister to me."

"Oh Yeah," he said.

"Yeah, trust me, he’s not my type. He’s too pretty," Kim said.

"So, are you saying I’m ugly?"

"I’m saying he’s Tyler Lepley, and you’re Michael B Jordan."

He paused for a moment.

"Okay, I fucks with Michael B. Jordan cause he ain’t afraid to beat some ass like me."

"See you at practice, little Ealy," Dante said as he blew Kim a kiss and headed to his car.

"Really, Kim?"

"You only gave me like a 15-minute warning. You’re lucky I got my orgasm, or you would have had to wait."

"Remember, I have a key."

"Keys don’t work when you have a chain on the door."

"That doesn’t work either. I think I saw a way to take the chain off the door on TikTok,” I said.

"And that’s why I had my parents sign a consent form for me to have a gun. So, a sister is ready."

"Remind me not to make you mad." I hadn’t been to her place in a while. She had decorated, and the orange and purple color combinations made it a cozier and more welcoming environment than the last time I was here.

When I first visited, she had just moved in and didn’t have furniture, but now it looked like a home. The abstract art on the walls and the fresh flowers on the dining room table coupled with the smell of glade plugins and bacon, got me and my stomach excited about moving into my own space.

"So, I got a glimpse of Caleb at the theatre yesterday. He’s cute. I can see why you like him. He’s definitely your type."

"Wait, did you see the fight?"

"Who do you think called the police station and said it was self-defense?"

"That was you?"

"Yep, me and my co-workers called and gave statements. My bestie is too cute to be in jail," she said as she pinched my cheeks.

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