"You need a spotter?" Knowledge asked.
Their track team was in the weight room today.
"Umm sure, thank you" Amber nodded and got on the bench.
"So you throwing?" He asked as Amber started lifting.
"Mhm.. I was gonna just do discus but he wants me to do hurdles. I don't know"
"I think you should. I jump, so lemme know if you need help"
Amber nodded and soon felt her arms becoming weak.
"Do one more" he laughed.
Once she finished, he helped her out the weight back then helped her off the bench.
"Spot me?"
"I guesss" she playfully rolled her eyes and switched spots with him.
"Soooo you do every sport?" She watched as he added more weight.
He nodded "Yea I try to do a sport for every season."
"Wow that's tooo much" she laughed.
"It's a lil overwhelming to keep up wit my school work and my job but I enjoy sports" he told her.
"Interesting take"
"Soooo you still coming wit me tomorrow?" Knowledge asked.
"Coming with you?"
He chuckled "To the soup kitchen,"
"Ohhh yea, can you text me the address"
"I will"
The two went around the weight room and did some more strength training before they were done for the day.
"I wanna thank you for being there last weekend, I really appreciate it" Amber said as she slipped some sweats over her compression tights.
"Fasho.. you straight?"
"Mhm, me and Monte talked it out. It was a misunderstanding" she smiled.
Knowledge looked away and scoffed.
"Oh ight, why you putting on them big ass sweats?"
"I'm anemic, it's cold when I step outside" she laughed.
Knowledge smiled at her smile as they walked out of the school.
"What you doing for the rest of the day?" He asked.
"Mmm probably some homework, then imma see what Monte's doing" she smiled
He shook his head as they got closer to their cars.
"That's you?" He asked eyeing her car.
Knowledge loved cars, he drove a 1968 Mustang.
She nodded with a small smile "Yea, I got it for my birthday."
"Ight well I'll see you tomorrow."
"Alrighty" she waved as she got into her car.
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Knowledge Najir Ali
"Wassup baby boy" Asahd, Knowledge's father, beamed as he entered the barbershop.
"Hey pops, you could just line my shit up?"
Asahd nodded as Knowledge sat down in the chair.
"How was practice?"
"It was straight, we just did some weight lifting today"
"You still in contact wit that UCLA coach?" Asahd questioned.
