Yazmin Murray
So today the guys had played the Los Angeles Rams and they were tired as hell, but we had to hit the road and go back to Nola for a couple of days.
"Aye, come sit wit' me." Marquez spoke
"Nahhh, y'all we seat buddies over here. Move out the way." Michael says
"I cannot deal with these motherfuckers." I mumbled to myself
I just shook my head and went all the way to the very last seat at the back of the bus and sat down. There was nobody really back here because some of the guys were still getting their shit on the bus, so I guess I could say I got a good pick at the seats.
"Why you back here by yourself?" Alvin asks as he walked to the back and sat down next to me
"Because I wanted to be alone." I said while rolling my eyes
"Yeah, prolly' why you so mean. You always alone." Alvin says
"Don't play with me." I laughed
"I'm not touching you, but shit I could." He says
"You and them grills gotta go. Get away from me." I said
"I'm serious as fuck. And you know you did me wrong the other day too." He says
"Thirsty ass." I said while handing him a bottle of water
"Aye, you funny." He laughed
Nah for real though, them grills of his is just beyond a turn on for me. Because like, most niggas get them shits and they be looking weird, but his is actually cute on him. But he got a nice set of teeth under 'em though, so either way he straight. Like them bitches could light up a house that had no electricity on in it, look👇🏾
"You got sumn' against a man wit' grills. It's obvious at this point." He said
"No, just you." I said before giggling
"You pretty as fuck, no cap." Alvin says
That shit stopped me dead in my tracks because sir!! Stop that shit! He know he fine too, just like damn nigga, fuck you.
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The Assistant(An Alvin Kamara Story)
FanfictionWhen a 22 year old girl starts to work for a football team as their assistant. Her whole life could be changed by one person. Who will it be? What will happen? Read to find out more.