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He laughed as he slowly shook his head. “You gon’ call her?”
“Mm hmm. Probably not till next weekend though. I got a lot of shit to do this week at work. Plus, I gotta run through Lena’s Tuesday night.”
“Lena? Zayson’s cousin in China?”
“Hell yeah. My dick ain’t been the same since she sucked my shit up. Had a nigga blasting off in two point two seconds.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “Well, shorty you was with tonight is fine as hell.”
“Mm hmm.”
“You gon’ have to let me know how that shit turn out.”
“Yep. I have a feeling she got a super soaker too. She was worth my time tonight.”
“Chick I was dancing with got a man. I ain’t tryna get caught up in no shit.”
“That’s why you were ready to leave?”
“Yeah. Fucked my night up.”
I shook my head at his sensitive ass. I would have just moved on to the next one in line. He was gonna be just like our uncles, moving fast as hell and falling in love at first sight and shit. Not this nigga. She was gonna have to be sent straight from heaven to catch me slipping… a whole ass angel.
* * *
“Rylan gon’go to the fucking pros if he keep playing like a beast. I swear my nephew remind me of how I used to ball,” Uncle Storm said, causing everybody to roll their eyes simultaneously.
We were about to walk in the gym to see my brother get down. One thing Uncle Storm was right about was Rylan’s skills. If he chose to focus completely on basketball, he could make it. I wasn’t sure if that was what he wanted though. He mentioned working for the family once he graduated from college. He would use his basketball skills to pay for his education.
He was smart as hell. The business could benefit from him being a part of it if Grandpa would loosen up on the reins a bit. The man didn’t want to take chances. Taking risks was usually a part of everyone’s success story. Whatever Rylan chose to do, I would be ten toes down for him. That was my baby brother, and I would forever have his and Christian’s backs.
I was just happy that I was in a financial position to handle it now. When Avery first got locked up, we struggled for a few months. Although he was splitting his income with another family, he was contributing quite a bit to the household. If it weren’t for our family stepping up to help us, we wouldn’t have made it.
As we walked toward the gym entrance, Uncle Jasper said, “Storm, the only thing you remembered for around here is bringing that fucking gun to school. You were nowhere near close to being a baller like Rylan.”
My mama chuckled as I slid my arm around her. Chrissy Henderson was the sweetest woman in Nome. People knew that if they needed a listening ear, she was the Henderson to go to first. If she thought you were bullshitting, then there was no hope for you. She looked up at me then tiptoed and kissed my cheek. I leaned over and kissed her head. She was my first love and the blueprint as far as I was concerned. If a woman didn’t exhibit characteristics like my mama’s, I didn’t want her.
Once we walked inside, the band was already on one. I rolled my eyes. Hardin Jefferson’s band was full of shit. It was majority white, and you couldn’t tell them they weren’t jamming. “I should have smoked before we left so I could deal with all these white folks,” Jasper said, voicing my sentiments exactly.
“Hell yeah, Unc,” I responded. “When they play a real nigga school, they be scared as hell. Silsbee and West Orange fuck up their focus every time.”
Uncle Storm chuckled. “I love my people, man. They intimidated by our greatness.”
“As they should be,” Aunt Tiff added.
Those three were always ready to address shit. They were more like older siblings than my uncles and aunt. Uncle Kenny always stayed pretty quiet, but I knew he could be just as rowdy. I heard all the bullshit that went down between him and Aunt Keisha a few years ago, I remembered Uncle Jasper laughing about how Uncle Kenny fucked that cop, Reggie, up.
Once we were all seated, we took up a whole section, per usual. There was no mistaking when a Henderson was involved in shit, because the entire family showed up. My grandparents were here, along with our cousin Malachi and his family. We always wanted our kids to feel and see the support they had in place, especially for home games. Everybody couldn’t make time to travel for away games, but we all damn sure made the games in our backyard.
As we were seated, they began introducing the starting lineup. They would be playing Hampshire Fannett, a school not too far from ours and one of our biggest rivals. We usually ran over them in basketball… hell, in every sport. Their cheerleaders lined up, and my eyes widened.I know the fuck not.
My eyes stayed glued to one of the cheerleaders as she back flipped all the way to our side of the gym. When she lifted her hands in the air, her eyes met mine.Shakari.I immediately got sick to my stomach. My brother turned to me, his eyes wide. How in the fuck did she get in the club if she was a fucking teenager? That club was twenty-one and up.What the fuck?
I stood from my seat and slowly walked out toward the bathroom. I didn’t want to move too fast and have everybody in my fucking business. Her eyes followed me until I was no longer in her line of vision. The minute I knew my family could no longer see me, I powerwalked to the restroom and threw the fuck up. I’d touched every part of her body and enjoyed every minute of it. I said some inappropriate shit in her ear. Had Avery Bolton’s way infiltrated me anyway?
Hell fucking no.She looked like a grown ass woman, and she was in a club for grown ass people. Was this shit my fault? I felt like it was. I should have asked her age. I just fucking assumed she was at least twenty-one. She looked like she’d shitted on herself when she saw me. I was glad I hadn’t called her ass. I’d planned to, though. Thankfully, it was only Thursday, and the next weekend hadn’t rolled around yet.
“You okay, bruh?”
