Page 95 of Home Town Advantage
Daylen lets out one of his enormous laughs. “Fuck, Coach, you’re lowkey funny.”
Coach sighs. “My goal in life is to amuse you, Humblecut.”
Just then, Presley and Beau walk in. I narrow my eyes at Beau, and he holds up his hands in surrender. “Sorry, man. I think I messed up the formula. It was awfully strong, wasn’t it?”
“Ya think?” I sarcastically reply.
Daylen nods. “I had to have sex six times before the big head would go down.”
“Who with?” I ask.
He shrugs. “No one special. Just one of my regular dial-a-pussy girls.”
Coach makes a look of disgust. “Dial-a-pussy? That’s terrible. I feel sorry for your future father-in-law. I hope he beats you senseless…with the end of a rifle.”
Daylen is uncharacteristically quiet, but the lights go out, and the player announcements start.
The game eventually gets underway. The girls are a little off at first, but they get it together after a while. Sulley finds her perimeter shot and starts sinking threes.
They’re playing against the team that seems to give the most hate to Sulley. One player in particular, Diane Garma, always throws shade at Sulley in the media and then pushes her around in games. She’s been talking trash to Sulley throughout the entire game.
Diane steals the ball from Layla and has a clear lane to the basket for an easy layup. Sulley hustles back and wraps her arms around Diane, taking her down for a hard but necessary foul. You’d always rather foul a player going in for an easy two points and take your chances with free throws.
Diane doesn’t like it at all and starts thrashing around, but Sulley walks away with her back to Diane, avoiding an altercation. Diane begins to charge Sulley with her fist in the air. Holy shit. Is she going to punch Sulley?
Just as she’s about to reach Sulley from behind, a fist comes flying into Diane’s face, knocking her out cold.
TWENTY-THREE
SULLEY
Ismile as Kennedy walks into practice for the first time in two weeks. “Look who it is. Ronda Rousey.”
Ronda Rousey is a famous female professional fighter.
Kennedy was originally suspended for a month by the league for punching Diane Garma and knocking her unconscious. Reagan was able to negotiate the suspension down to two weeks, but Kennedy had to agree to go to some sort of anger management rehab facility. We haven’t seen her in two weeks.
Kennedy was also levied with a hefty fine, but I insisted on covering that. How could I not? She protected me. I’ve watched the replay a thousand times. I would have been coldcocked if Kennedy hadn’t stepped in.
Kennedy lets out a laugh as she holds up her fists and does a little shadow boxing dance for us. “Do you know how many offers I’ve gotten in the past two weeks to fight professionally? If I weren’t so pretty, I’d consider it. Promoters are throwing a lot of money my way.”
I giggle and sarcastically respond, “It’s a shame you’re so pretty.”
She nods in agreement. “Yep.” She points to her face. “Can’t mess with the money-maker.”
Kennedy’s punch went viral. Black Widow memes and headlines were everywhere. I’m not surprised she’s fielding offers. It’s the world we live in.
Her jersey is now the best-selling one in the league, knocking me from the top spot. I couldn’t possibly be happier for her.
Fallon wraps her arms around Kennedy. The two of them have gotten close. “I missed you. Are you okay?”
Kennedy hugs her back. “I’m fine. Don’t make a fuss. If anyone was physically closer to Diane than I was, they would have done the same thing. That cunt was about to dole out a cheap shot to Sulley. Should I have let that happen? Fuck no. I’d do it again. Bitch had it coming for a long time. She can’t face the reality that Sulley is better than her. When you fight with reality, you lose a hundred percent of the time.”
I pull her close to my side. “I missed you so much. Tonight, we celebrate you getting out of basketball jail. Let’s all go out for a nice dinner and then go dancing.”
She grins. “Time to party.” Looking over her shoulder, she yells, “Booster! Where are you? I swear, he’s always slacking.”
He materializes seemingly from the shadows. “I’m here, Queen Jeffries. Do you need some water? A towel?”
