"Babe, it's okay to lose." I waved my hand at Aniya as I made another gutter-ball, even my parents teasing the hell out of me.
"No wonder you weren't a quarterback." Jayden said with a snort so I flipped him the middle finger which was quickly smacked down by my mom. She gave me a warning look as she sipped on her margarita. Even at twenty four I was still babied sheesh.
Jayden stuck his tongue out at me in response. Little brat "I'm gonna get a drink because you guys stress me out." I raised up and made my way to the bar, sitting and calling the waiter to make me a drink.
"Oh shit, Y/n." I smiled at him with a nod as he lifted up his shirt that displayed my jersey number, my last name on the back. "You killed the game last night man. One hundred and seven rushing yards, four touchdowns, three turnovers- I am so pissed the NFL isn't budging just because you aren't a dude."
My eyebrows raised and I slowly sipped my beer as his head shook. "I take it you're a fan?" He looked at me incredulously, making me laugh.
"Dude everyone in Washington is a fan, what do you mean? I'm happy you came to our state instead of some D1 school.. we've seen more playoff and championship games in the past four years with you than we have in the past twenty years. You brought the joy of Howard football back." I cracked a smile and looked away as I took another swig of my drink. "I may just walk down to the NFL headquarters myself and pull their heads out of their asses."
"No need my guy. I never planned to play in the NFL anyways." His eyebrows shot up as I shrugged. "It's not something I'd want to make a living on.. in all honesty, it was just to get into college without paying. Don't get me wrong, I love football and I love making people like you happy, but it's not my lifelong dream."
He nodded in understanding. "I got you man, just happy to watch you every Friday. And anything you want, it's on me." I told him thank you before looking up at the TV and ironically, it was an interview on me.
Pete Stevens, a known reporter, was bashing me per usual. "I just don't see the hype. Comparing her stats to those around the nation, it's nothing special." I chuckled and shook my head. Dude really hated me all four years, guess my fifth wouldn't be any different.
When I saw movement to my left, I looked over and saw a pretty brunette sitting a few seats down with an innocent look. Okay no, Y/n. We're trying something new.. don't even think about it. Nodding at my internal self, I looked back forward and focused on the TV.
But.. she was light skin, red lipstick.. dark waves cascading down her back. Just my type goddammit. I looked back over and saw her already looking at me so I gave her a small nod, smirking when she bashfully turned her head with a small smile. It's like the universe sets out to get me caught up man.
I swirled my beer, trying my damn hardest to keep my eyes forward. I needed a damn miracle right about now.. 'cause will power was not something I had very much of.
"Hey," I looked up and saw said girl sitting next to me. I looked back ahead of me with a sigh. Welp, I tried.
Thirty minutes later
"So.. can I get your number?" I looked at the girl through the bathroom mirror as she smiled innocently. Ah shit.. another impressionable one.
"Give me yours, I'll call you." I said and she quickly started to type it down when I gave her my phone. She handed it back and I looked down at her contact name. "Candice, cute." She blushed, leaning forward to give me a kiss but I leaned back slightly. "Save it for round two baby." A giggle left her lips as I gave her a charming smile. "I'll text you."
"Okay.. bye Y/n."
I nodded softly with my eyes on the phone and once I heard the door close, I deleted the contact and walked out of the bathroom with a sigh. "You must want your ass whooped." My eyes shot up and I froze when I saw my mom standing there with her arms crossed. "Do up your damn belt negro." I pocketed my phone and quickly started to fasten a belt I forgot I was wearing.
"Ma it's uh.. not what it looks like." She stared at me blankly.
"Does it look like I was born yesterday, Y/n?"
I gave her a sweet smile. "With how beautiful and young you look, I wouldn't be surprised Ma." Usually my sweet lines worked but it didn't this time. "Ow.. Ow.." Her fingers gripped my ear as she dragged me from the front of the bathroom and outside of the building.
"What is the matter with you?" She questioned, finally letting me go and leaving me to cradle the sore spot. "You have a beautiful girl in there who's head over heels for you. A girl who literally calls me crying in the middle of the night because you out here being a hoe. Are you trippin or are you stupid, Y/n?" I scratched the back of my head and avoided her gaze. "That was a question, Y/n."
"I'm not sure how to answer that, mom." I mumbled and looked up to see her disappointed gaze. "I don't wanna hurt her but like.. I don't know."
"Then why are you still with the girl? You are literally going to ruin everything for her." My eyebrows furrowed and she sighed, reaching forward to grab my hands. "It may be fun for you but think two years from now. You'll be graduated, living your life. She'll be trying to move on from you by dating the same ass niggas as you.. all because she doesn't believe she deserves something better. And when she does find the person who treats her right, she'll be skeptical and never truly trust that person. Why, babe?"
I swallowed thickly and looked away. "Because I was the headass." She nodded softly, making me frown and shake my head. "But I mean.. I can never say I love you back to her, nor can I ignore a female when she's all up on my miniature."
She closed her eyes, head shaking at my words. "Your mi- anyways, it's because of who you grew up with all your life. You was always with them players in the ATL, those football boys and then you came to college and hung out with them too. Think about it Y/n.. why you still with her for nearly two years if you don't feel something?"
"She gives good head." I winced when I felt her hand connect with the back of my head. "My bad, I keep forgetting you're my mom.. cause you look so young."
Her eyes rolled. "Better stop forgetting, you bet not be this disrespectful to Aniya." I rubbed my head, shaking it. "Good. Just.. think Y/n. Think if you want to be with her or not.. and make your decision quickly because you're only dragging that girl through the mud. Either be loyal or break up with her, those are the only options."
"Okay," I mumbled, nodding. "I will.. can I get a moment alone?" She nodded before grabbing my head and pressing a kiss to my forehead. "I love you, Ma. Thanks for keeping it real."
"Always babe." Once she left, I leaned against the wall and sighed, digging in my pocket for some gum but came up with a card instead. I stared at it, seeing the number and remembering her words.
I found myself typing the number into my phone and holding it up to my ear, waiting for it to pick up. "Hello?" My eyebrows raised at the deep voice.
"Hi I'm uh.. I'm Y/n. I was told to call.."
"Hello Y/n, It's Lewis." Oh shit.
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After following Lewis's instructions, I pulled up to a Starbucks. I truly hope that this girl wasn't just a look alike and drugged my ass or something. With a sigh, I walked into the near empty coffee shop and looked around for the man.
"Y/n?" A girl stepped to me with a smile. "Hey I'm Jen, Rihanna's assistant. She went to the restroom but we're sitting right here." I followed her to the table in the back and sat down across from her. "I saw the video and y'all killed it. Like.. for real, I wish I could move like that." I cracked a smile, thanking her.
"You lucky, I was just about to fly back home." I raised my eyes and saw Rihanna walk to us. My eyes instantly ran down her body that was clad in some loose camo jeans, a white spaghetti strapped shirt, and a loose army jacket over that. Well.. damn. "Aye, eyes on mine, you hear? You not here for alla that shit." I snapped my eyes up as she sat next to her assistant. Her green eyes bored into mine as she interlocked her hands on the table. "Okay listen, I'm going on a festival tour for my album that's coming out.."
Her words kind of went in one ear and out the other as her eyes literally looked into my soul- holy shit bruh. I swallowed thickly and scratched behind my neck as my eyes dropped down to her lips that were still moving. It was like.. my heart was speeding up and I felt sweat starting to coat my forehead. Don't even get me started on those eyes.. Looking back up, I saw she never broke eye contact and that made me feel.. I don't even know the word.
"So, what do you think? Y'all just step or can you actually dance?" What the fuck did she say? I shook my head and decided to just answer the last question since it was all I comprehended.
"Nah, a few of us are actually dancers." She rested her head on her hands and looked up at me through her eyelashes as she wrapped her lips around the straw in her coffee cup which, for the first time since I could remember, had me stumbling over my words. "I know that uh I- I can uh I can step- dance. I can dance, I choreograph all the uh the stuff we do." I looked away and furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. The hell was happening to my mouth yo?
She pushed her cup away and raised her head. "Y-y-you going to be messing up wit all this stuttering. Stutter stepping across the dance floor and shit."
I breathed out a laugh and dropped my head as I shook it. "Nah Nah, I'm good." I raised my head and she continued to eye me before humming sarcastically, grabbing her cup again. "So, like I said I got classes.. and games and practices. How's this suppose to work out?"
"I can easily get a studio down here to rehearse in. The festivals are on the weekends, and you also get paid. I don't know much about college since I ain't go but I'm sure money is always a great thing for y'all." I nodded softly as a smirk covered my lips. How was every word that left her mouth sexy? Didn't make sense.
"I'd have to talk to my coach but I'm game. And how many of us you need?" She held up one hand, all five fingers up. "I can make that happen."
"Yeah you better." She looked down at her phone and slightly danced in her seat. "Lewis said my food ready so I'm 'bout to dip. I'll have Jen call you about the important shit, alright?" I stood up with her and nodded, watching as she started to walk away before turning and back pedaling with a smirk. "Don't come with that stuttering shit no more or imma have to fire your ass before we even start."
I chuckled and nodded. "Wouldn't want that." I said and she pointed at me with her long ass manicured nail.
"Yeah me neither, nigga." My eyes dropped as she walked out, hips swaying subconsciously behind her.
Man oh man.. I looked up at the ceiling and huffed, rubbing down my face. This was going to be hard, wasn't it?
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"Listen up." I said as I walked into the A Phi house, all the boys looking up. "I just left a meeting with Rihanna." Most of them literally froze. "She wants three of y'all to join me on a festival tour this August.. that's three weeks from now. If y'all wanna go, come talk to me." Immediately, they all ran up and I looked at Dante with a chuckle. "Looks like we are having a try out."
After about ten of the boys were down in the basement, standing at attention on the wooden plywood floor, I walked across all of them in thought.
"Rihanna's big around the world, alright? I have heard of her but wasn't.. aware of how big she truly is." I looked over at Dante and he was motioning to his chest in a 'breast' fashion. "Those too. But I mean did y'all know that song work work work was by her? I had no idea. The point is, I'm not about to have some half assed Alpha's be projected across the nation."
"We don't half ass here." Dante added and I nodded. "After Y/n told me the news, I watched a few of her live performances and y'all can't just step. You gotta have endurance to dance, follow a choreography and keep it locked in your brain. Not just a step."
"So, I'm going to teach you all an actual dance choreography incorporated with stepping. You'll do it in front of me and the best three goes on this shit with us. Got it?"
"Yes ma'am."
I clapped and plugged my phone up to the speakers before moving in front of them, facing the the mirror. "Y'all niggas ready?" I smiled widely as they nodded. "Just imagine, instead of me in front of you... it'd be fine ass Rihanna."
I know that's what I was looking forward to.
Two hours later
Not gonna lie, they really wanted this shit. They were really disciplined when it came to learning steps but this was different. And, to be honest, I knew I'd be the same way.
"Alright, breaks over." I stood up and walked to the phone to start the song from the top. 'Start With Me' played over the system and I counted the guys in before they started to dance.
Dante and I watched them all, mentally marking in our head who was performing at their best. I nodded softly and circled them before stopping next to one of the newest pledgee. He was going crazy. I smiled and playfully dusted off his shoulders before moving back to the from with Dante.
"They killing it." He whispered to me and I nodded in agreement.
"All right y'all." I said once they finished. "Dante and I are gonna talk it out, catch a break and relax." We walked up the stairs and I looked down as my phone vibrated. "Uh D.. do me a favor?" He nodded as I read the message with a smile. "Pick em out? I think Zion, the freshie, would be great but it's up to you."
His eyebrows furrowed as I grabbed my jacket. "Where you going?"
I gave him a smile as I started to the front door. "Gotta do a lil something something." He smirked, his mind no doubt going to something the opposite of what I meant.
I made a few stops, picking up some orders I placed before I was heading for the Aka house just a few blocks from ours. After getting the heads up from her friend, I knew exactly when Aniya got back from her class.
I took what my mom said into mind and actually decided to try with Aniya. I mean, she has put up with my bullshit for two years, the most I could do was actually try to be a decent fucking person.
So, that's why I ordered her favorite food, her favorite flowers, and also some shoes I knew she's been wanting for a while. Some cold ass Jordan 13 G's. Leave it up to her to have some style.
When I got to the door, her friend was already pulling it open with a wide grin. "She's in the basement helping some freshman get the steps down. Please don't let Brenda see you or we'll both get in trouble."
"Got it, thanks." I walked into the sorority house and creeping around the corner before quickly descending the stairs where I heard Beyoncé playing on the speakers. I sat down on the middle step, smiling when I saw Aniya standing in front of five girls as she held her hips.
"Listen ladies it's a whine. Like.." My eyebrows raised slightly when she twisted her hips in a circular motion. "I know y'all gotta have some sort of experience whining your hips right?" They all laughed and she giggled slightly. "Y'all got dirty minds- I wasn't even going there."
"Yeah we know where you be going." One of the girls said and that all laughed, Aniya covering her face as they all teased her. "Niya put her whining work in for the big Alpha Phi."
"Ya'll.." She smacked her lips and ran a hand through her hair. "I am not doing this with you guys. I put in whining work for no one." Annnd that's where I stepped in.
I stood up and jogged down the rest of the steps. "No one?" All the girls oohed as soon as Aniya turned around. "Damn I'm hurt."
She slapped my shoulder before turning to face the girls, letting me wrap my arms around her waist. "Guys this is Y/n."
"No, that's big Alpha Phi!" The same girl said, making them laugh.
I smirked and winked at the girl playfully as Aniya rolled her eyes. "That's enough for tonight, be ready tomorrow for some- babe stop." She giggled out when I nipped at her neck playfully. "Tomorrow Brenda is gonna ride your asses for this choreography so be ready. That's all."
"Bye Aka's." I sung out, teasingly doing a flirty wave until Aniya grabbed my hand and pulled it down, dragging me with her to the back wall when the girls left. I hoisted her on top of the little desk they had and slid between her legs. "So.. can you get out of the house tonight or do you have curfew?"
She gave me a look while fixing the collar of my bomber jacket. "You know we have the fall showcase coming up.. I have curfew all week." I pouted and sighed, sliding my arms around her waist.
"Damn. So you telling me I got your favorite food and shit for nothing?" Her eyes lit up. "And those roses.."
"Come to my room. I'll distract Brenda and just sneak up, okay?" I smirked and nodded before letting her hop off the desk. "Be quick."
After getting the clear, I went to my car and grabbed the bag of food and everything before making my way to the house. I waited by the front door again, eating some of the fries just as the door opened. Aniya nodded me in so I followed her up the stairs and to her bedroom. I smiled when she turned and gave me a cute grin once the door closed. "Welcome to my crib homie." I snorted before tossing the bags onto the bed and dropping on top of it.
"You're so cute.. come here." I pulled her onto my lap and held her waist. "I got you something." She made duck lips and tilted her head with a hum.
I reached behind me and grabbed the shoe box, holding it up for her. I then leaned back on my hands as she sat the box on my lap and started to open it. "You didn't." I smiled as she threw the sheet of paper that covered the shoes with an excited squeal. "Oh my God!" She held the shoes up with a wide smile. "I've wanted these for months- how?" I shrugged softly with a coy grin, my hands resting on her thighs as she set the box to the side, pouting. "You're the sweetest babe, I love you."
Usually I'd probably flip her on the bed and just fuck her to sleep as usual. But.. I had to be different.
"I.." I breathed out softly before giving her a small smile. "I love you too." Her hands raised to my cheeks, her eyes flooding with happiness as she leaned forward and connected our lips.
She then pushed me back onto the bed and grabbed the hem of her shirt with a smirk, teasing it up and over her head. "I guess I can do my whining for someone.."
I rested my hands on her hips with a grin. "Lucky me."
Truly.
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"Listen y'all, be fucking cool." I said to Dante and the three other boys. "We have a duty to uphold the reputation of Alpha Phi and being little horny motherfuckers isn't that. So... be respectful and professional."
We all sat in the rehearsal studio stretching and waiting on Rihanna's dancers as well as her. She had two male dancers and seven female dancers. And that's why I had to give these idiots a pep talk. Lord knows they'd..
My thinking went silent as the girls walked in. They were wearing either shorts or tights and it was enough to have us all gawking like little freshman. "Oh damn." I mumbled, watching as Rihanna came in, talking with her assistant.
"Being horny motherfuckers isn't that." Dante teased, pushing my shoulder.
"Shut up." I stood up when she approached us with a smile. "Hey, this is Dante, the ADP, assistant dean of pledges. And these are my brothers; Quent, Rich, and Zion."
She smiled and shook their hand. "Nice to me you guys. I have an idea and I want to know if you guys can do it."
"We can do anything." Dante said with his usual half smirk shit. "Anything." Thinking he was being cute, he winked at her but Rihanna simply stared at him blankly before looking at me.
"Anyways," The boys all snickered behind us at her nonchalance. "The start of Bitch better have my money is where I want y'all to come in. It's about half way through the show. I was thinking you guys can step to the beginning of the song, like an instrumental. You seeing what I'm seeing?"
"Play it." I said and she pointed at the her band who started to play the guitar and drums and shit. I nodded at the guys and we all circled one another which is how we fed off of each other. As the best started, I nodded and did a step, Dante following before we all kept going one by one until we had the step of the song.
"Ayeeee." Rihanna said, nodding along as we simultaneously found out rhythm. "I fucks with this. Stop the music real quick." She tapped her chin in thought. "Okay like.. there's a little intro before I come out so can y'all come up with something? Kinda like how you did at your step show when you were talking about who was fresher or whatever."
I nodded and hummed in thought. "Yeah I gotchu, let me talk with them real quick." She walked away and I looked at the boys. "So, what y'all think?"
"I have something." I nodded at Zion and he cleared his throat. "What if as we come in stepping, we say like 'Bitch..better.. have..my ahhh' you know, the ahh shit we do in between our own chants. So before Rihanna comes in, the crowd gets hype and shit for the song."
"Like a buildup?" I questioned and he nodded. "Alright, let's try. Line up." We all lined up next to one another and started to step while walking forward, all immediately getting his vision. "Bitch better have my ahh.." I smiled to myself and nodded as we continued walking up to said singer, her eyebrows raising. We continued the step until we reached her and I saw her raised her mic to her mouth just as we stood in front of her.
"Bitch better have me money." She sung while nodding along to her drummer who had started to play. We all then fell to the side, next to her and doing our step from the show as she continued to walk forward. "Y'all should know me well enough.. please don't call me on my bluff." Her dancers then ran up and did their choreo, it was crazy how easily everything fell together perfectly. "Goddamn y'all!" She exclaimed as she spun around to face us. "Got me spending all this damn money on a rehearsal space and y'all wanna act like you don't need it."
I chuckled, watching as she walked up with her dancers. "Listen, this is my dance choreographer James. He'll teach y'all the dancing shit and you teach him the stepping." I shook the guys hand and she spun around with her hands up. "Let's make magic people!"
And so we did... for damn near four hours. I was use to the extra work from football but this was pure just moving in ways I didn't know possible. It was harsh as fuck.
"Woo shit man." Dante breathed out, sitting next to me as we took a small break. "I would up and leave this shit if that girl wasn't so fine." I followed his gaze and saw Rihanna looking down at a sheet of paper. "Man I would hit that so hard."
"Aye you buggin. She wouldn't let you if you tried." He gave me a look as I laughed.
Zion then dropped next to us. "She wouldn't give you a chance either." The other boys oohed as he shrugged. "She like rude boys.. that's big enough. That's definitely me."
I smacked my lips and shook my head when he cupped his crotch and playfully started to grind the air. "Sit yo freshman ass down." I shoved him back and looked back up at the girl. "If she get with anyone one of us, it'd be with me. Y'all know that."
"Alright then.. prove it." Dante turned and faced me with a coy grin. "If you can get her to laugh or smile within sixty seconds, I'll believe you."
I smirked and raised up, grabbing my Gatorade and starting over to her. I tried to find my approach but once I saw she was chewing gum, my smirk widened. Got it. I slid up next to her but she didn't even budge. "You got one for me?" She looked up at me for a split second before looking back down at the paper.
"Got what, Y/n?" She mumbled, laying the paper on the table and scribbling down what looked like lyrics.
"You got a piece of gum for me?" She remained silent so I looked over at my boys and saw Dante holding up a three and a zero. Shit.. I cleared my throat and Rihanna huffed before raising her head and finally looking at me fully, the paper down as she leaned back against the table.
"Does it look like I got a piece of gum for you?"
I smirked and shrugged softly. "It look like you can have a lot for me." I slightly looked to my side and saw Dante now holding ten fingers and going down. Rihanna followed my gaze and he tried to drop his hands but he was too slow.
Her head turned to me and the smallest of smirks covered her lips as she looked me up and down. And, like before at the coffee shop, I felt my pulse quicken when she raised up with those deep green eyes that always seemed to never fucking close. Did she ever blink? I swallowed thickly as she closed the gap between us to the point where I could basically feel her breath on my face. "Y/n?" I hummed pathetically as her eyes dropped to my lips, then back up to my eyes. "How about you.." My head then jerked back quickly when her soft whisper was suddenly replaced with a loud tone. "Get yo ass out of my face and go rehearse." She turned me around by my shoulders and shoved me forward.
All eyes were on us as she literally pushed me forward by her foot.. on my ass. "Talkin 'bout some 'You can have a lot for me' come with some new moves nigga, yours older than your damn fraternity." I scratched the back of my neck as the boys laughed, a throwing shade at me on my walk of shame back over to them.
"Looks like Pretty Ricky found her match." Dante laughed out as he clapped my back. I huffed and waved him off and looked at Rihanna who was already over the matter and writing on the paper again.
Man.. I ain't never been shut down like that before.. And, almost like she could feel my gaze, she raised her middle finger at me with one hand, writing with the other. I chuckled softly before clapping the boys back into attention and getting through the rest of this damn rehearsal.
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Heeeey Y/n's... trying (:
That's something right??
Oh, and Rihanna being Rihanna