Different Game (Player's Change Sequel) Tyga Story

Chapter 2

"I don't know." she said.

"Come on, I need my motivation out there. " I said.

"You don't need me. You been winning games without me." she said laughing a lil.

"So. But now I'll have you on the sidelines cheering for me. I'd really love that." I said walking in between her legs.

"I'll think about it." she said smiling and rubbing my now red curls. "I like this by the way."

"What? My hair?" I asked.

"Yea. I like this new red thang" she said.

"I'm bout to dye it back. It was only a bet with Chris. That's why his hair blond, but I think he actually love it." I said.

"I like it on him." she said. "Buttttt I gotta go back to Stanford tonight soo, I'm about to go get my stuff." she said hopping off the counter, accidentally causing our bodies to push together.

She was still way shorter than me, but her body was more developed. She had a very nice, thick figure that was just right.

"I'm sorry." she said lowly as we both looked into each other eyes. It was awkward but so amazing at the same time. I leaned in and she leaned in but when our lips didn't collide my happy moment was ruined.

"Bye Michael." she said giving me a quick hug then kiss on the cheek.

"Bye Tay. Umm, I love you." I said before she turned the corner

She peaked back around the corner before saying "I love you too." back with a smile.

*

Tayah P.O.V

"Your really moving bookie." my roommate Reatta said making a sad face. I met her a while back at a game in high-school and never even thought of us being roommates in college.

"Yea but I promise to visit and come to games." I said sitting on my bed.

"I'm just gonna miss you. I ont want some new hoe coming in here tryna steal my shit. We ont play that in Compton." she said

"I know boo. But it'll be alright. I promise." I said.

"Yea Yea. You tryna hit up that UCLA game tonight?" she asked.

"Yea. I got to go see Michael." I said unlocking my iPad.

"Michael who?  Last name please." she said making me laugh.

"Stevenson." I said.

"Woah, woah. Michael Stevenson A.K.A Tyga? #22 at UCLA. Light skin,  tatted and sexy as hell?" she asked excitedly.

"Yes." I said laughing.

I had no idea how famous Michael wad actually becoming.

"Gurrrlll. No way? Why yo ass ain't let me know, you knew Tyga?" she asked.

"That's my ex.  I was dating him my 1st 2 month's here. But I've been dating him since the beginning of my senior year." I said.

"Lucky ass heaux!" she said.

"Aye you ain't from New Orleans,.don't use that slang with me." I said laughing.

"For real though girl. We gotta get to that game tonight." she said.

"Okay calm down thirsty. Look cute tho, there's some fine ass boys out there." I said.

"Aight. Let me go ahead and get dressed." she said hopping off the bed and into the bathroom.