FLEX
Being back in Covana had my anxiety at an all-time high.
To come back to a place you were shunned from was nasty work.
When I got to the game, I wasn’t surprised by the number of people who were there.
It was a college town, so expecting anything less would have been foolish.
However, this wasn’t about me but about Alyse, who I know needed the support.
The girls in the class didn’t take her seriously, and I’m sure those little bitches on her dance team didn’t either.
I moved my feet quickly to reach the entrance when someone called my name, “Porsha, girl, is that you?”
I turned to see one of my old dancing buddies standing there, wrapped up in TSU apparel. She had gone from one of the best strippers in town to looking modest as hell. “Hey,” I smiled.
She walked over and hugged me. “I’m surprised to see you know where home is.”
My brows raised. “Ain’t no place like home.”
I knew that if she was here, others were too, and I was already dreading it.
The wives of the professors, the daughters of the doctors, and the sons of stay-at-home wives were all here, and I knew it.
The men I danced for whose families hated me.
We said a few more words before I walked off to catch up with Morgan.
As we came around to the rowdy crowd, they were live along with the band. “Aye! All I know is she’d better fuck it up,” she laughed as she snapped her fingers.
My eyes scanned the crowd as we made our way to Blue Reign and the band.
When they reached the area, the girls were doing what they did best. They were swinging their arms, showing the crowd who the divas really were.
Alyse’s tight face screamed Get me out of here, but she needed to know she was that girl.
I thought about not even getting her attention so she would loosen up, but Morgan killed that thought.
She waved her hands in the air, “Get that shit, Alyse!” she screamed as soon as there was a mere piece of silence.
All eyes landed on us, and I shrank. Goddamnit Morgan. I snatched her shoulder, “Girl, chill. You’re drawing attention.”
Morgan smacked her lips. “Flex, please, I’m going to support my best friend the way I see fit. Fuck these people.”
Instead of finding a seat, we stood at the bottom of the bleachers and watched the girls.
They each had done a solo number, and it was now Alyse’s turn.
She slowly stood as the band guided her.
She stood there not moving. I could see her looking at someone, so I looked, and it was a boy.
He nodded, and so did she. I smiled. Alyse had a little boyfriend.
I focused back on her as I began walking up the steps, yelling so she knew what time it was. “You got it. Let me see what you’re working with!” I shouted as that was one of the Blue Reigns’ chants.
I clapped along with the band. “I said you got it. Let me see what you're working with!”
Alyse’s leg sprang in the air as she held that muhfucka up and smiled. That’s when her body leaned to one side and spread wide. She brought her leg down slowly as she swung her head, letting that ponytail flow. Her arms went out and swung seductively until she squatted low and pumped her body.
“You better!” I shouted now on her row in the middle of the steps.
I knew all eyes were on me for screaming and hyping her up, but I didn’t care.
She had that shit in her, and I was going to bring it out.
Alyse’s body rolled before she shook her hips.
She hit every beat with perfection, her beautiful face showing confidence.
I felt like a proud mama. The crowd became hype as they watched her.
I turned to glance at the boy she was staring at, and he was in awe.
Alyse was truly a gem, and she needed to know that.
When the other girls stood, they came in on cue and began to move along with her.
Now, she was turned up. Alyse was showing out as she danced with her team.
A wide smile was plastered on my face because she was coming out of her shell.
Morgan had made her way up the steps as she clapped, shaking her ass to the band. “That’s my girl! Go, Alyse—”
She paused, then cleared her throat. “Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Maverick,” she mumbled.
I turned to see Alyse’s parents. “Your daughter is a great dancer,” I said to them.
“Alyse is, but our money isn’t paying for dance.” Her father said to me. “It’s paying for an education,” he snarled.
Right then, I understood her. I knew her telling them about that audition wasn’t a good option, and after the game, I needed to tell her. In the meantime, I wanted to lay low before Morgan’s loud ass got us kicked out.