Page 2 of Shooting his Shot

I snorted, happy as hell I didn't have that problem. Relationships were for many people, but for me, they weren't.

I chuckled. "Y'all stay mad at each other."

Kennis scoffed with a shake of his head. "If only she believed in me, we wouldn't go through as many problems as we did. She thinks I'm fucking other women when we're on the road."

I didn't know what to say on that. A lot of my teammates went through that with the women in their lives. Kennis got it the worst because whenever we went out, his wife wanted to be where we were. She didn't trust him at all. I couldn't stay in a relationship like that.

Kennis and I grew up together. Since high school, we've been each other's partners in crime. We didn't do anything without the other. It had always been like that, even on the court. We were two peas in a pod.

"Damn, man. I hope y'all get it together," I sincerely voiced.

Hell, hopefully, they did. He and his girl have been together for three years now. He loved her a lot. I didn't know why she was tripping off of him. If she were insecure in the relationship, why would she stay with him? It was only hurting him in the end, especially when it came to a game. He didn't do his best. They needed to work that shit out.

He grunted. "Yeah, we will see how that works out. No sweat, though. It's gonna be what it be."

I nodded in agreement. "Word. I've got to get out of here. I told my mother I'll stop by this morning. You know how she is if I don't show up."

He chuckled with a nod. "Hell yeah. I don't want her to get that broomstick on you. Go ahead and go."

We laughed and dapped up again before I grabbed my things and headed off the field.

I usedmy key to enter my family's home with a smile on my face. Everybody was there, including my father. That happened often. It made no sense for my parents to still be talking after my mother broke my father's heart. They were still in each other's lives, but they were divorced.

"Superstar!" my brother Antonio called out.

"Manager!" I called out.

I made sure my sister and brother were eating when it came to my basketball career. Neither of them had to do anything but be there for me. They got paid lovely as hell, too. My sister was my accountant and was in charge of my finances.

"Are you ready for the game tonight?" he asked.

I dropped down on the couch, running a hand down my face. "I'm ready to get it over with. I'm tired as hell and ready to lie down for at least two days."

Whenever I played back-to-back games, it wore my body out. I had to keep pushing, of course, but sometimes, it got me down.

"You'll be able to rest after this game. After this game, you won't have another one until Sunday," Antonio reminded me as if I didn't already know.

I bobbed my head. "Yeah, well, you know I'm about to go MIA for a couple of days."

"And that is expected and understandable," my mother, Megan, said with a beam.

"Yeah, I know. Where is Aisha?" I peered around, not seeing her anywhere.

"On the phone. She had an important phone call come through," my father, Austin, replied.

I peered at all of them. "Y'all just hanging out this morning, I see?"

They all exchanged looks. "You can say that," my mother replied.

"I'm about to head out in a bit. Since mama cooked breakfast already and I ate," Antonio said with a grin.

"Man, whatever." I knew I was going to take some food home to eat before I took a nap.

"Gosh, it makes no sense for a man to be an asshole!" Aisha fussed, making her way into the family room.

"Hey!" my father, Antonio, and I yelled out.

She scoffed and plopped down next to our mother, who laughed.

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