Chapter 113

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"Babe, are you sure you wanna go to the game?"

We have a game against Memphis today, and I've been trying to convince Bri to stay home, but she didn't listen to me.

"Why don't you want me to go? Do you have something to hide?"

"No. It's just, last time we played Memphis, you almost had a conniption, and I don't want you stressing over a game."

She grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers, "I'll be fine. Just as long as that lil fu-"

"Aunt Bri, there's a kid in the backseat," I reminded her.

"Oh yeah, but you know what I mean. As long as the game goes smoothly and everyone keeps their hands to themselves, I will be fine."

I smiled and kissed the back of her hand as we pulled up to Staples Center.




So far the game has gone smoothly and the Clippers are in the lead, 60-55.

While I was in the bathroom with KJ, Chantel walks in and just stands there, glaring at me. It seemed like she knew I was gonna be in here, which means she followed me. Creep.

"If you came in here to start some shit, I suggest you go back out there or I'll have to beat your ass like I did a couple weeks ago," I said, looking in the mirror.

"You know I could take Blake from you if I wanted to," she said.

I laughed at how stupid she sounded, "Blake don't like you!"

"I don't get what he sees in you," she said, looking me up & down.

"Obviously something he doesn't see in you. Don't you have something better to do? Why don't you go back to kissin' Draya's ass or suckin' Justin Combs' dick instead of chasing men that don't want you."

KJ came out of the stall, he washed his hands and we went back to our seats. I was not gonna let her get to me today.


It's the 4th quarter and the Clippers are still winning, 110 - 100 with six minutes left. It's starting to get pretty physical out there and I have this feeling something bad is gonna happen.

I turned my head for a brief second and when I looked back on the court, there was some kinda altercation.

I was trying to get a good look at what was happening, but the only thing I saw was someone punch Blake in the face. And by "someone," I mean Zach Randolph.

I felt myself jump out of my seat, and Monique & Brynn grabbed both of my arms to hold me back because I almost jumped over the people in front of me. I honestly don't know who was more pissed - Doc, DJ, Chris, Matt or me.

In that moment, time stood still and I was just hoping Blake would hit him back. I know he would have to suffer the consequences later, but I'm tired of this shit.

It's like my prayers were answered because I saw Blake's fist go toward Randolph's face and he was on the ground.

"Look at God!" I mumbled.

Of course, they both got ejected and Blake was pissed. As he was walking off the court, he looked at me and motioned for me to follow him.

"I want you to stay right here with Nique Nique, okay?" I said to KJ.

"Otay Auntie."

I walked down the stairs and followed Blake into the locker room. He sat in the chair in front of his cubby and looked up at me like he was ashamed of his actions. I, however, smirked at him and dapped him up.

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