Zaria in the Media.
Later that day
Dewayne's Pov
I was sitting down watching one of my favorite movies, Coach Carter.
Ever since earlier today I was still pissed off, because it seemed like no matter where I was Tracey was there , staring me down. Girl ain't nobody tryna worried about you at all.
But honestly I am confused, with myself as well as Tracey.
I mean she had no right right to tell me she loved me if she was fucking another nigga on the side. I had known her since around 8th grade.
She even though I didn't go out with her until high school, I'm the type of person for fall completely in love with a person , and take care of them no matter what. I remember the first moment that we started going out at first, I was hella happy. At the time I wasn't really popular at all while Tracey had been considered one of the finest girls in school.
And although I been raw on the court since I first picked up a basketball, it wasn't until me going out with her that all girls started paying attention. Isn't it crazy how fame works and being taken makes you seem more appealing ...?
And the relationship worked great, I only had eyes for her and she was so beautiful and sweet. It didn't take me long to fall at all, and she was there for me even when the stuff went down with my parents.
When my dad dipped on us with his new wife and kids, I was in a messed up space . The man I looked up to , one of the best dads ever had been cheating on my mom for 4 whole years, and had kids. And when my mom found out he held him being the only one of a well paying job and steady income over her head. And the fact he left his 6 year old son saying he would be back for me, but of course being the lying ass nigga he is, he never did come back . And the worst part about it was he wasn't even sorry about the fact he left my mom , broken and confused. Nah he didn't even give a fuck . And honestly that's probably where the root of my anger comes from . That as well as ,me not tolerating lying and bullshit .
But my mom as heartbroken as she was didn't let it keep her from providing for me and her family she worked 2 jobs from sun up to sun down and still made time to go to church. Even after working 10 hours she would come home and try to make time for me , on make dinner. She taught me at an early age how strong-willed and determined a single-mother is.
I hooped on my free time and focused on school. Every summer we would go to Texas and I would get to hang out with Dev and Tre. All our moms ended up becoming great friends, so close it seemed as though they were long lost sisters. It was one summer my mom told me in tears that she was having issues with the bills back in Philadelphia, so she told me I would have to stay with Dev's mom, until she could figure out everything back home. It was hard for me considering that she was all I had,, but she couldn't afford it and told me she didn't want me to ever be out on the streets. I wanted to stay with her but she being the proud, mom she is told me no. And that's how I ended up in Houston. I acted just like my mom and started working and going to school. So the job I have, my summer job, and money my mom had put away for me helped contribute the apartment I have now and my car.
Having my own space was just a step of many I planned to take . It was hectic at first but now I've gotten used to it. And even though I missed my mom she still checked on me everyday and managed to be one of the realist without even having to be in the same house as me.
I had literally been away from mom without visiting her from 8th grade to my now senior year because she had basically dropped off the face of the grid. It was the scariest point because I feared that something had went down, and as a man I wasn't there to fight and protect my mom.
And surprisingly I had Tracey by my side, she had always wanted to meet my mother and the feeling was mutual . So when I finally got in contact with my mom again, I started planning , working and plotting to fly my mom out here so she could meet my girl. Only she really wasn't my girl was she?
Looking back on all the times we had and all of the lies she told me made my anger surge, simply because she accused me and I kept it 100 with her always.
Don't fucking say you love someone if you ain't even really about them. And with the nigga I can't stand. The fact he had the nerve to sit there and have a smirk on his face, saying he fucked my girl, boy. He was asking to get put in the damn hospital. That's some messed up shit. Like nigga you knew we were together and you why I ain't cool with you no more. Honestly I just waiting for him to to say anything to me and I promise I'll lay his ass out.
Okay, I need to calm down , think of positive things.
Well good news is that basketball season is about to start since it is almost December. I am so ready to get back on the court , and get noticed. Being in the NBA just seemed like a simple dream but now that I'm older and I got a coach from Duke, one of the top ten colleges with good basketball teams already checking out my statistics, just last season, I feel like I could have a chance. Imma just keep grindin and play to my full capacity .
Once I make it I'll be able to pay off all my mom's debt and buy her and big house with a nice car. I can't wait.
Hell my niggas, Dev and Tre can make it too, and we can all ball out together. That would be the dope as hell.
I was spinning a basketball on my fingertips, switching from finger to finger when my favorite quote from the movie, was resited off of the screen
" Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."
I swear I've this a hundred times, but I never get tired of hearing it. I still takes me by surprise , how real that statement is.
This was one of the movies that made me love basketball more, along with the classic "Love & Basketball". I always liked that movie and wanted and relationship like Monica and Quincy. My girl wouldn't have to be a hooper, even though that would be nice, but just be able to bring out the best in me and be a friend. She challenged him and made him change for the better, and that's what I envied. I know it may be corny but if I even were to get into another relationship she would have to be able to connect with me as a friend , and I get a real glimpse of her personality. Not an personality that she made up just to impress me.
I tried to imagine what my life would look like in the future . But the craziest thing happened, I kept picturing Zaria's face.
Yea I have a slight fascination towards her, but it's too early to be trying to get into another relationship. One because I don't wanna jump into nothing and get my heart broken, and two it's too soon to even put her in that situation knowing damn well I'm not even emotionally stable. I don't think the right way to handle a bad relationship is to jump into another one, because it can cause problems.
So she can just be a friend . Although her personality was alluring along with her effortless beauty. I picked up the drawing she had left behind one day in class. I had kept on the table and every now and then I would take a look at it. It was a drawing of a flower. And it was beautiful I could just tell by this little sketch she was talented. A small smile stretched across my face as I pictured to her long curly hair, addictive hazel eyes, and sexy full lips.
I swear I am confusing the hell out of myself, why does she keep crossing my mind, when I haven't even known her that long. It's something about her..-
I heard a knock on my door , knockin me out of my thoughts. Who could that be ?
It could be my mom, because she did say one of these days she was coming to see me. I decided I better put on a shirt and headed towards the door. The smile I had on my face instantly disappeared when I looked through the peephole and saw who it was. There was another more anxious knock on the door and I finally decided opened the door.
"Why are you here?" I said bluntly.
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