Chapter Xavier
XAVIER
The game was going good. We were in the second half of the game and sitting here watching my team ball out without me didn’t change how I felt about not being on the court, but it did make me look at them all differently.
I watched as they passed the ball back and forth, but the guys down low were applying pressure to the niggas who drove the ball up the court.
They looked good as a team. It made me wonder if it looked the same when I was out there, or if I was truly a ball hog ass nigga who thought he knew everything.
That date with Phoebe opened my eyes. I could feel a change ensuing.
The coach had called a time-out, gathering us together.
As he went over the play board, the shooting guard stared at me.
It was as if he was waiting for me to talk shit.
“You’re doing good out there. Y’all are killing it.
Keep driving it up the court. If it’s too much pressure, pass it. They don’t have shit on y’all,” I said.
The coach stopped talking and looked at me. He then finished what he had to say as the starting team went back out on the court. When he came over toward me, he placed his hand on my shoulder. “What has gotten into you? Is this a new Xavier?”
I shrugged. “Nah, same dude, different perspective, I guess.”
A nigga wasn’t perfect, but he was trying.
I turned around to see if my friends were still behind me.
When I saw Dio gone and Samara getting up to leave, all I could do was shake my head because I could only imagine.
Phoebe’s eyes landed on mine. A smirk landed on my face because it felt good to have my girl here supporting me.
To know she believed that I could be better, just as I knew she could.
I didn’t think she would be the one to pull the feels out of me, but something was happening.