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by Soapy » 23 Jul 2019, 11:13
"He still hasn't texted me."
James ignored her comments as he continued to scroll down his timeline. What started out as a search for a gift for Beck -- preferably lingerie or something of the sort -- had turned into a full-out creep session of jumping from one Instagram model's page to another.
"I said he still hasn't texted me," Vanessa placed her hand over James' phone this time, blocking his view, "Big booty hoes? Really? Nothing on her body even looks remotely real."
"I can't make him text you," James groaned, pulling the phone over her hand, "I gave him your number, that was the deal."
"I can't make you pass," she said as she crossed her arm before nodding her head towards the books that were in front of them, "I gave you the study books, is that the deal?"
"Listen," James sighed as he turned his body to fully face her, "Tyler's about to go on a bunch of visits, a bunch of camps to colleges over the next few months soon as the dead season is over."
"What's a dead season?"
"Doesn't matter. What matters is that he's going to have a bunch of really hot girls being, quite literally, paid to fuck him. If y'all start talking now, he'll forget about your ass by the time March rolls around. Let it be a slow burn, he followed you on Instagram. Just post a few lusty pics here and there and then, a few weeks before prom, y'all can start talking."
"Good to know what you were doing on all those visits," she said with a disgusted look on her face.
"I only visited like three schools," James defended himself, "Laney College is hardly in a position to be paying for me to get laid and I didn't have to pay for it in Fresno, those bitches gave it up easy."
"You like fake hoes," she scoffed, "So I bet they do."
"First of all," James turned his phone to show her the girl that was plastered all over his screen, "Don't say that about Bernice, she's a fine woman. Second of all, if you must know, I was looking for a gift for my...a girl."
"I knew you had a girlfriend," Vanessa shook her head, "Niggas ain't shit."
"Are you allowed to say that?"
"Are you allowed to fuck all those girls?"
"Can we get back to studying so I can actually go to Fresno?"
"To fuck those easy, fake hoes? Yes. Yes, we can."
....
"How'd you get this?"
James was a little taken aback, taking a literally step back away from Beck as she held the bracelet with her two fingers, letting it dangle in front of James' face.
"You don't like it?"
"I do," she said as she now placed it in her palm, "I love it....it's just....it looks really, really expensive."
"Don't worry about it," James examined her face and didn't see it change, "I don't have football anymore so I've been picking up some work here and there, odd jobs and such."
She didn't buy his lie and he didn't spend much time selling it because he knew, sooner or later, she would come to accept the necklace that was now coddling her neck.
"How was her Christmas tacos?"
"Don't get me started," Beck groaned, "I don't know why she insists on cooking. My dad clearly didn't get a child-bride for her cooking."
"You'd think she'd be able to cook," James shrugged, "What the fuck do you do with a Mexican that can't cook?"
"You fuck them," she let head rest on James' shoulder, "Really, really loud at night."
"They got used to the house by themselves," James laughed, "I'm surprised your brothers haven't said anything, especially Blake."
"They didn't spend the night," she shook her head, "They went back to my mom's after the dinner."
"Surprised you didn't go."
"One of us had to stay and Blake wasn't going to stay if Brooks wans't and Brooks wasn't even going to stop by until I begged him to."
"What's the move for the rest of the day?"
"Family time," she groaned as she gave James a hug, "I know, trust me, I'd fuck you behind those bushes right now."
The holiday season were always tough times for James as most of his friends were off with their family. James would sort of wander from driveway to driveway, slowly filling up his days with fifteen minutes conversations with all of his friends as they took a break from their family. He had hoped that the addition of Naomi would change that but he came home a few days ago to find them gone, yet to have returned.
"There's a football game though," Beck said with a half-smile, "My brothers were talking about it, you thinking of going?"
"I'm not biking to Brandon's house," he shook his head, "That's more than just a mission."
"Tiffany was talking about going," she shrugged, "I can ask her who's giving her a ride."
"It's fine," James started getting up, "I can use the exercise."
....
James padded the ball before lofting the ball over the middle into a crowd of outstretched hands. Joshua's pair of hands came down with the football before he left everyone in a trail of dust as he trotted into the endzone.
"He's fun as fuck," James laughed as he walked off the field, "No wonder everyone thought you were so good."
"Imagine him and Damar," Brandon tilted his head back, "Oh my fucking god! The shit really was unfair."
"All D-1 offensive line," James shook his head as the rest of the players were now enjoying a recess of action, "I had two seniors up front, both of them going JUCO and not a single senior receiver, yet alone fucking Joshua and Damar."
"Not my fault," Brandon laughed, "You should have won the starting job if you wanted to play with them. Besides, that '84' is pretty nice. He's bailed your ass out a few times."
"We're looking at him," Joshua joined them on the sidelines, "The coaching staff was asking me all these fucking questions about him and I didn't even remember him when I was here."
"Cam was a freshman when you were here," James explained, "And the only freshmen your ass knew had freshly shaved vaginas."
"Disgusting," Joshua looked away, "I was hoping you'd grown up a bit, matured, you know, all that."
"Wrong guy," Brandon shook his head, "This guy is always going to be who he was when we met him."
"You'd think he would have after carrying that sorry team this year to the playoffs," Joshua placed his hand on James' shoulder, "You know, leader shit and all that."
"We weren't that sorry," Jakobi quipped.
"Besides you, Tyler, Gordon, Iman and that '84' kid, who else was good?"
"Excuse me?" James raised his hand, "Austin was pretty good too."
"Who the fuck is Austin?" Joshua asked.
"How you don't know any of your teammates?" Tiffany shook her head as she gave Jakobi a water bottle, "I know who Austin is and I ain't on the team."
"As soon as UCLA offered him," Iman explained, "Josh said fuck y'all niggas, I'm out."
"I think I'm going to do the same," James laughed, "I'm fucking starving."
"The game ain't done," Joshua wiped his brow, "This halftime, bitch."
"Brandon, be all-time quarterback. I'm going to get some food," James pointed to the nearby McDonalds that was across the open field they had been playing for the last hour or so, "They're open the day after Christmas right?"
"I think so," Tiffany added, "I was going to get an apple pie, you want something babe?"
"I'm good," Jakobi shook his head.
"You want something, babe?" James teased Jakobi, drawing a death glare from the defensive tackle.
"Hurry up, bitch. Brandon about to take your spot forever," Iman slapped James on the back of the head.
....
"I don't want to touch anything."
"Stop nagging," James groaned as his hands fumbled around before finally making entry, "Fuck, you stay wet."
"Goddamn," Tiffany moaned as she held onto the bathroom sink for balance, "I'm going to miss this shit."