"Bae, you are so dramatic." Megan laughed as her girlfriend iced her stomach, Normani rolled her eyes as she moved the bag of ice around a bit, pushing it down to make sure it was secured.
"I'm being for real, babe. My professor hates me for whatever reason." Normani huffed as she looked down at Megan's hand that was casually rubbing her thigh.
"I'm sure she doesn't." Megan assured her, Normani would swear up and down a teacher hated her if she got a bad grade or if they gave her constructive criticism. "Every week a new professor hates you."
"Because they do."
"Then drop out, you gon' have life made with being married to me when I make it to the WNBA." Megan chuckled, using her hand to shoot an imaginary ball. "You'll have more clout being my wife anyways."
Megan received a look from her girlfriend as she laughed hysterically, Normani was clearly not amused. With quickness she took the ziplock bag filled with ice and tried to dump it into Megan's basketball shorts.
"Aye aye!" Megan jumped out of bed as Normani laughed. "See how you treat me! I'm all sore from basketball and you rather be mean than take care of me."
"Now who's being dramatic?" Normani chuckled as Megan fixed her shorts, sending a grimace Norman's way.
"I'm tired, Normani. I work my ass off in ball and gotta do it all over again tomorrow. You wouldn't know how it feels to be an athlete."
"I do gymnastics!"
Megan scrunched up her face as she looked at the woman sitting on her bed. "So? You just flipping and rolling around."
"And you're only throwing a ball around."
"What? Man no, it's so much more to it. You wouldn't last a second."
"I most definitely can, I could destroy you, love."
"Pfttt the day you beat me in any sport, basketball especially, pigs will fly."
"Wanna put that to test?" Normani queried, raising an eyebrow causing Megan to nod and rub her hands together. She had a feeling this was about to get fun.
"We can get a game in right now, a one v. one and we can make it interesting."
"How?"
"We can play for clothes."
"What?" Normani asked with a chuckle as she watched Megan lock her room door, climbing out of bed as she did so.
"I score, you strip. You score, I drop something." Megan explained as she palmed the ball, Normani nodded. It seemed interesting and she was down for that.
"Okay, pass me the ball."
"Aht aht, my ball so I get ball first."
"Whatever."
Megan wiggled her eyebrows as she clutched the ball to her chest, she threw it to Normani in order to check the ball and waited for her to throw it back.
"I'm not liking the height difference between us." Normani whined with a pout as she passed Megan the ball, Megan snorted whilst she crouched down to dribble the ball.
"Nah baby, you talked all that smack." She semi shrugged as she dribbled, turning her body slightly so Normani wouldn't be able to get the ball. "Aye aye, don't reach."
"I'm not reaching." Normani lied as she continued to reach, Megan laughed and crossed her before shooting the ball into the hoop that was in her room.
Normani rolled her eyes playfully but couldn't help but laugh as a giddy Megan circled her while eyeing her body up and down.
"Calm down, punk." She chuckled, pulling the oversized sweatshirt that belonged to Megan over her head which left her in a lacy black bra.
