Percy Press Play
PERCY
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The DJ was mixing the music something crazy. Everyone in the building threw their hands up as he came in and out on the mic, hyping us all up.
“I heard we got the Blue Hawks in the building!” he yelled.
“You ain’t know! Ain’t nothing like a TSU show!” everyone screamed.
My head gradually bobbed in rhythm as the music blared in Hoodoo’s.
The place was so crowded that there was little space to move around.
It seemed like everyone on campus was inside, along with some locals from the East End.
My hips dropped down and swiveled upward as I tried keeping up with Anika as she grinded all on me.
I reached into my back pocket to grab my rag and wiped the sweat from my forehead.
She glanced over her shoulders, letting her eyes devour me while her ass did all the work.
She bounced a few more times before she stood straight up, laughed, and walked back over to where her friends stood.
The light taps on my arm pulled my eyes away from her hoe ass for a second. “It’s lit in this muhfucka!” one of the guys from my team said in my ear.
He held his drink in the air as one of the nearby girls came toward us shaking her ass.
Shorty wasn’t even dancing with him, but in his mind, she came to that spot just for him.
I watched as he tried his best to be discreet while grabbing her waist to pull her close.
At six-foot-four, I could see over the crowd.
My eyes watched everyone who came and went through Hoodoo’s.
The Greeks strolled, the hoes danced, the hood niggas bobbed their heads, and the lames stood around.
I was the nigga in between, here to vibe, and scope out potential until I spotted her walking in.
Until I spotted her walking in. Her hair, normally out and fluffy, was pulled into a sleek ponytail.
She wore a tight-fitting, short black skirt, sheer black stockings, a white shirt with a black vest, and black boots.
The way she chewed on the gum in her mouth was as if her life depended on it.
She moved through the tight space by herself as her eyes scanned the club.
When I saw her glance toward the seating areas, I looked in that direction too.
A nigga sat there in all black with a fitted tilted on his head.
He wore two gold chains and a diamond watch that caught the black light.
I could tell he was one of those niggas with street money.
I did my best to focus on something else when she looked my way for a few seconds and caught me watching her.
There was no reaction, rather a quick smirk before she pulled away.
The nigga took a good grip of her ass and pulled her closer to him so her pussy was right in his face.
The tap on my arm forced me to look in the other direction.
“Ayo, isn’t that Xavier over there? You think that nigga coming back for the season?”
I wasn’t in the mood to talk athletic logistics. My mind was somewhere else. I looked up and saw him with a group of niggas on the opposite side. A tug on my shirt brought my eyes down to see her pretty ass standing in front of me.
“You looking for me?” she asked.
I didn’t know whether to smile or question her about what I just saw. I leaned forward so I could be sure she could hear me. “Who is that nigga?” I asked her.
“He’s my business. Don’t do this here. I’ll get with you,” she said as she walked off.
I felt like she hoe’d me. She and I did have an understanding, but her acting like I was some random-ass nigga was crazy.
A nigga like me couldn’t really display the emotions I wanted to because what people saw when they looked at me was a nigga who could pull many bitches, and relationships were something I knew nothing about.
However, they were all wrong. I had ninety-nine problems, and being a dog-ass nigga wasn’t one.
There was a lot riding on every move I made.
This year wasn’t about making stupid-ass choices, but smarter moves.
This was bigger than being a star football player.
This year was about making grown-up decisions that would shape not only who I was but also my bloodline.