“I am, but the gi—”
“—but nothing. She’s not a player or a cheerleader, so you’on need to talk to her. Now you can either take that or talk to me.” I stepped closer. “One on one.” I looked him dead in the eyes so he could see how serious I was.
I saw him swallow before he nodded and went on his way. I turned and everybody was staring at me.
“What y’all looking at?” I frowned.
“Nothing at all, Bubby,” Lani snickered.
I shook my head and stood in front of Tink and Janae.
“You enjoy the game?” I asked her.
“I did. You looked good out there,” she complimented.
I smirked. “’Preciate that, Tink. What y’all ’bout to get into?” I asked as we walked closer to the entrance, with Graves leading the way.
“I’m about to get in my bed. I got class in the morning,” Tink responded.
I hadn’t taken my eyes off her yet in my jersey and those ripped jeans that her thick ass swallowed.
“Y’all should come out with us and celebrate,” I offered.
She looked at me before she responded. “That sounds good, but I’m pretty sure y’all are going to S.O.D and I’m od’d on that place. I’m going home... take a nice hot shower and crawl into bed and hopefully be asleep before my head hits the pillow,” she affirmed.
“Aight then. Let me know when you make it in and shit.” I placed a kiss on her forehead as she got into her car, with Janae following suit.
When I turned around, Graves was looking at me with a smirk on his face.
“The fuck your big goofy ass smiling for?”
“You falling for that girl,” he stated.
I didn’t deny his claim because I didn’t know what I felt... I just knew whatever it was, was no longer for the cameras.
***
The crowd at S.O.D. was crazy, but that was to be expected since we won at home. Everybody came out to get a chance to party with us or be chosen.
I was up in our regular section vibing. Strippers were everywhere, and they all were waiting for a chance to get slutted out. I kept my distance and enjoyed everything from a safe distance.
“Damn, nigga. You look sick,” Kobe joked.
I cut my eyes at him before taking a sip of my drink.
“Nigga, it’s too much ass and pussy on display for you to be all in my face,” I replied.
“That’s what I’m saying. All this ass in your face and you look like you miss your best friend or some shit,” he clarified.
“Or his woman,” Tatum chimed in.
I ignored both of them niggas and chilled. It wasn’t long before Ice strolled her ass over and tried to sit in my lap, but I curved her ass.
“Damn, it’s like that?” She questioned with a frown.
I glared at her ass instead of responding, but she didn’t catch the hint.
“How about we leave here and have a celebration of our own,” she flirted.
