★XVIII★

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"Why you keep saying you gon tell
me something and you not gonna end
up telling me?", I frown at Careesa while
she keeps a smile on her face.

"You getting mad not gon make me
tell you though", she plays with my
eyebrows before kissing me.

"It's not fair. Okay, you gon tell me
when i come back huh?"

"Yeah baby. I will", she keeps smiling

"Stop smiling. You're so annoying", I roll
my eyes, putting my yeezy slides on.

"You love me tho", She pouts

"You know I fucking do! I love you
so much and I wanna spend the rest
of my life with you",  I lift her up and spin her around while she laughs.

"Calm down, you gon hurt us", she keeps laughing.

"Us?"

"Yeah", she shrugs.

"What that mean?"

My phone rings.

"Hey nigga hol'up. I'm on my way. I know you not gon leave me behind", I laugh as I speak to David, one of my friends on the phone.

"I gotta meet up with him real quick. I'll be back in a few", I peck her.

"Aight. I'm gonna tell you when you
come back then"

"Okay baby. I love you", I hug her again.

"I love you too"

I pick my car key up and walk out of the room.

"Hey boy, what's up?", David daps me up as I get to his crib.

"I'm good", I smile and sit.

"I bet. Look at you all happy and shii. That Bessemer girl must be treating you well", he laughs.

"You know she has a name, right? TF is Bessemer girl?", I scrunch my face up and he laughs

"Ain't shit funny", I frown at him.

"Alright, nigga calm TF down", he says.

"Ion understand why you want me to coach those heathens. You were paid to coach them", I finally go to business cause this nigga gon keep clowning if I allow him.

"You're like the favorite player of these kids and I gotta groom them for the next local match. If they see you, they gon get thrilled to improve. Imagine, only three of them can do more than four dunks in one game", he sighs.

"But you play pretty good too", I roll my eyes

"Being talented can't be compared with learned skills", he throws a ball to me.

"There you go with your flattering shit again. Just call Sharkey to do it then", I shrug

"Nah, me and Sharkey don't fuck with each other like...", He trails off.

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