Chapter One #2
“Anyway, after training in the morning, you have that segment to do at the news station. Then you need to look over the documents for the youth center, so they can finalize things,” I listened as Ailani (Eye-Lani) ran down the shit I needed to do and I got a headache.
My sister was my assistant because she naturally stayed in my business, so I might as well pay her for it.
“You can look over that shit, and I’ll sign off on whatever after Mani looks at it,” I said between bites.
“I swear I need a raise.”
“Nigga, you don’t spend the money I pay you, so the fuck you mean?”
“It means just what I said, now hurry up and eat so I can finish going over this schedule with you.”
Groaning, I finished my food and listened to my sister go over shit I cared not one fuck about. All I wanted to do was play ball, make my money and fuck these hoes. All that other shit was irrelevant to me.
***
I was up at the crack of dawn the next day because I had team training.
By the time I got up and out the door, the sun was just peeking through the clouds.
When I pulled up to the Cannon Hills Performance Complex, or the CPC, most of the team was already inside.
I nodded at the security guard before heading inside and into the locker room.
When I got in there, my boy, Ja’Kobe, was still inside.
“Wassup... wassup,” he greeted with a handshake.
“Ain’t shit. You just getting here?” I asked, placing my bag in my locker.
“Nah, I just came to get my knee brace. I’on know why I thought I could do that shit without it.”
Kobe fucked up his knee awhile back, and lucky for him, it wasn’t fucked up long term, but he still had to rehab it.
“Yo’ goofy ass should’ve known better.” I smirked as we walked out together.
Once we made it to the weight room, everybody was in place. I headed toward the bench press.
“You got me?” I asked Kobe as I sat on the bench and tightened my gloves.
“Yeah, nigga,” he blurted. “Sit your weak ass down,” he joked as he walked to the back of bench.
“Nigga, you got me fucked up. I can press your little ass in my sleep,” I shot back.
Getting into position, I gripped the bar and got my shit going.
It was nothing like being in here with pure grid-iron that got my blood rushing and my adrenaline pumping.
To most, being on the field would be the best part, but to me...
this is. How the fuck can I go out on that field week after week and not put in the work beforehand?
“I know you ain’t letting these weights whoop your ass?” Kobe joked. “You need help?”
Before I could respond to his dumb ass, CP’s sorry ass opened his mouth.
CP was an offensive lineman and a bitch. He was always whining about some shit. Like, nigga, are you a grown ass man or a bitch?
“Weak ass nigga,” he mumbled, or at least he thought he did.
I wasted no time dropping the bar back into place and sat up.
“The fuck you say, pussy?” I questioned as I glared at his ass.
“Ain’t nobody said shit to you, nigga.” He cowered.
“Fuck I thought, pussy ass nigga,” I snapped before getting up and heading to the leg weights.
I left his big, goofy looking ass standing there looking stupid before I went to the leg press where Ja’Kobe followed. When we got over there, our QB Miles Tatum or simply Tatum, was already on one of the machines, laughing as we approached.
“The fuck funny, ugly ass boy?” I joked as I dapped him up.
“You, nigga. CP gone beat your ass yet,” he continued.
“He better get right with whoever he prays to if he ever thinks he can try me on some hoe shit,” I spat, meaning every word.
We all shared a laugh before Tatum started again.
“The fuck you disappear to last night? One minute you were chilling with us in the section and the next thing I knew you had gone ghost.”
Taking my position on the machine, I told him about the night I had with the hoe I met at the club.
“Oh, shit.” Tatum cupped his fist to his mouth. “That’s why CP don’t like your ass,” he stated through his own laughter.
“The fuck you talking about?”
“Man, the chick you just described is his girl... well, at least he thinks she is,” he explained.
Looking up, I saw the nigga CP looking in our direction pinning me with a look that would’ve made a weak ass nigga cower in fear. Too bad I wasn’t that nigga.
“Shit, he should be thanking me. I primed that hoe for his ass,” I laughed. “He should be appreciative that I proved his bitch is indeed a hoe... a nasty one, too.” I smirked looking in his direction.
Had I not been looking at him, he would’ve caught me off guard when his big stupid ass charged in my direction. I quickly side-stepped his ass, making him fall into the bin that was in here for the dirty towels.
“Pussy ass nigga needs to work on his fucking coordination instead of worrying about a hoe,” I snarled as I threw my dirty towel in the bin on his ass.
“Samuels!” I heard Steele, our offensive coach, call out my name.
I looked in his direction, and he just shook his head.
“I’ain even do shit, Steele,” I frowned. “Talk to that bitch boy.” I pointed toward CP. “I think his period on or some shit.” I shrugged.
“Both of y’all... in my office...now!”
I frowned at his back as he walked off.
“This some bullshit,” I huffed.
Once I got inside, I took a seat in one of the seats in front of Steele’s desk.
“What’s the problem?” he asked as CP walked in.
“I’on know what the nigga’s problem is. I was minding my business when he came charging me like the raging bull he looks like,” I stated with my elbows resting on my knees.
“Nah, the problem is the nigga fucking on my bitch and thinking the shit funny,” he cried.
“Nigga, that sounds like you should have that problem with that bitch and not me.” I frowned at his big ass.
“Aye, cut the shit,” Steele ordered. “Titan, did you know that was his lady?”
“That hoe was not a lady.” I smirked. “But nah... I didn’t.”
“He’s lying!” CP yelled.
“Muthafucka, I maybe a lot of shit, but a liar ain’t never gone be one of ’em. Out of all the bitches I fuck, I’m supposed to know which one is yours? Fuck outta here and off my dick.” I stood to leave because I was over this shit.