Page 2 of Going for Three

“I don’t give a fuck about none of that when you’re the one supporting my fat ass lifestyle.”

His words froze me in place. “What the fuck you talking about, fat ass?”

“Oh, right. I forgot you still think you’re an only child.”

I chuckled. “Man, shut your fat ass up. You ain’t no kin to me. I don’t give a fuck who nut sack you came out of, and I promise your fat ass will look anorexic by the time they get me off you.”

I ain’t gon’ lie the nigga caught me off guard when he stole off on my ass. I snickered before I started working him. In little to no time, his fat ass was huffing and puffing sounding like a damn heart attack waiting to happen. It took about six people to get me off his weak ass.

“Bet you won’t say that bullshit again.”

I wrestled against whoever had my arms pinned behind my head. Thinking about his words and the smirk on his face was eating at my nerves.

“Get the fuck off me.”

No matter how hard I fought, I couldn’t free myself.

“Calm down, son.”

Of course, Coach Atkins was the one to restrain me. A lecture would be waiting for me soon as I hit the locker room. He would never let this slide.

“To the locker room. You’re out for the night.”

Now, that caught my attention.

“Fuck,” I cursed, somehow becoming angrier and calmer at the same time.

I started walking toward the tunnels and couldn’t help but flip some chairs on the way out. My heart was pounding so loudly it was the only thing I could hear. I couldn’t stop the heat from spreading through my veins and knew the only relief I would find would come after I got far away from this place.

Marching into the locker room, I ignored any and everybody that tried to talk to me. I wasn’t trying to hear shit right now. I already knew my dad was a slimy ass nigga, but to know he’d created a whole other family somewhere else didn’t sit right with me.

After I packed my things, I headed for the garage but not before I was surrounded by flashing lights, microphones, and annoying ass questions.

“Man, if y’all don’t back the fuck up, I’ma air this bitch out.” I reached into my duffel ready to prove a point. Matter fact, I was itching for a reason to lay somebody out.

Everyone backed away, giving me a clear path to the exit. The second my cherry-red G-Wagon came into view, I pressed the Autostart button on my key fob. I opened the trunk and threw my duffel inside before shutting it. Walking to the driver’s side, I unlocked the doors just as my best friend, Jah, burst through the double doors.

I chuckled with a shake of my head. The unlocked doors allowed him to slip into the passenger side. Once we were inside, I put it in reverse and whipped out of the spot. The ride was silent as I sped into traffic like a demon. Just like on the court, I dominated the road.

“Damn, this bitch so fucking fine.” Jah’s voice broke the silence, piquing my interest.

I was happy he didn’t bring up the shit show that’d just gone down in the arena.

“Let me see.”

He was quick to tilt his phone toward me. He wasn’t lying. The sexiest influencer on the internet was posed up on his screen. I smiled seeing her luscious chocolate complexion shining beneath her ring light. She was wearing one of her signature sleek ponytails that lifted her face and highlightedthose rusty eyes of hers. Her perfect lips were painted red and were puckered like she was asking for a kiss.

“I’ma get that,” I affirmed with confidence. I’d been plotting on her ass for the longest. We were playing tag in the likes, stories, and comments, but one day I was going to strike like a viper. Once I sank my teeth in her, there would be no escape from me.

Jah chuckled. “Shit, maybe if you trickin’. She’ll proudly run a nigga’s pockets bone dry and move on to her next victim without pause.”

I beat my chest proudly. “’Cause she ain’t never fucked with a nigga like me before. My abundance flows like a never-ending river, and there is no moving on.” I smirked, rubbing my chin. “Besides, it ain’t trickin’ if you got it, and I got it.”

Jah nodded, knowing I was only speaking facts. “Man, if you bag that, I’ll drive you around for a week.”

I shook my head. “A year.”

I saw his head jerk out the corner of my eye. “What?”

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