“We noticed your offensive lineman missed the block, but you still got through it. Any thoughts on that?” she continued.
“I mean, everybody can’t be me, right?” I smirked and walked off.
I had enough of that shit. I was trying to get to the locker room so I could bash this pussy nigga’s head into the locker. On the way, a few fans stopped and asked for autographs and pictures. Mostly kids, so I didn’t have a problem with it. There was even a kid in a wheelchair, and I gave him my jersey. This was part of the game that I loved, but the blogs never picked up that shit, but I didn’t care.
When I made it to the locker room, Tatum was already in my path. He already knew what I was on, and right now I didn’t want to hear that be the bigger person bullshit.
“Chill, Sam,” he mentioned.
“Tatum, get the fuck out my way,” I snapped. He threw his hands up in mock surrender and backed out the way. I was on a warpath looking for CP’s ass. When I got deeper into the locker room, I saw him standing around celebrating like he did some shit. When he saw me, he smirked, but I knocked that shit off his face with a right hook.
“Bitch ass nigga!” I barked.
He recovered and swung wildly... missing. I countered with a couple of body shots to his ribs before I was pulled back.
“Samuels!” I heard Coach yell.
I snatched away from whoever had a grip on me, and it was Tatum.
“The fuck is wrong with you, Sam?” Coach asked.
“Ask that bitch what his is,” I huffed, pointing at CP. “You saw the shit in real time like everybody else. This nigga needs to get out his fucking feelings and do his job,” I barked.
“Fuck you, nigga!” CP barked back.
“Nah, I’ll leave that up to your bitch,” I spat before walking off.
I was over this shit, and I wanted to go chill with my boys tonight and celebrate our win. A win at home always felt surreal, and tonight wasn’t any different.
“You good?” Kobe asked.
“I’m peachy, my boy.” I smirked.
“Say less. We hitting up S.O.D tonight?”
“Damn right. I’m gone celebrate this win and end my night with a fine ass bitch or two. You know I’ain a stingy nigga.” That caused him to laugh.
“Shit, I’m tryna be on what you’re on. Let’s get this shit popping, my nigga.” We slapped hands and headed to the showers before we left the stadium. I just needed to get the field smell off of me... I’d get a real shower once I got back to the hotel. I always went there instead of my house after a game because I knew I wasn’t ending my night alone. I was going to enjoy my night and for me, that usually ended up with a lucky lady, and I never minded that shit one bit.
***
We just got to our section and Future’s ‘Magic’ remix was playing, blaring through the speakers. We were just escorted to the top when we were greeted by Stacks and his brothers.
“Y’all boys played a hell of a game tonight,” his brother Kilo mentioned.
I nodded in appreciation.
“Hell, yeah, y’all did,” Buck chimed in. “And you made me a killing at Vault tonight, so your hoe ass alright with me,” his ignorant ass said.
I just laughed that ignorant ass nigga off before heading to the sectional that was placed in front of the glass wall.
“Aye, Stacks,” I called out. “Cady working tonight?” I asked with a smirk.
“Nigga, leave my fucking employees the fuck alone.” He grilled me. “As a matter of fact, run me my cash. You know I’on tip out that kind of cash on no fucking credit cards.”
Laughing, I went into my pocket to grab my phone and sent Stacks his money back. A lot of people didn’t realize how cool we were. I was originally from Cannon Hills, but when I got traded, I moved to Montmorenci until I got traded back home. Me, Trey, and Stacks went to school together, but while Trey went to the NBA and Stacks followed his family business, I went to the NFL.
“Assign ol’ girl to my section tonight. I’ain on no funny shit.”
