Sitting down on the bench, after practice, I grabbed my towel and wiped the sweat that was pouring down my face. The equipment manager gave me a cup of Gatorade.
Michael came and sat next to me.
"Damn a nigga tired." He said grabbing a towel.
"But it's all worth it. Two more weeks of this shit."
"You think the NBA gone be any easier? They about to kill our asses and we Rookies."
"Damn, you right."
"I found out yesterday that New York looking at me. I'm excited but nervous at the same time."
"Me too. I haven't heard nothing though."
"I can't believe you wanna play for the weak ass Lakers though."
"I'm just not trying to leave my city."
"Nigga, you crazy. You been here all yo life. Why would you wanna stay here?"
"Because if I leave, my girl might not go with me."
"I get it that you in love and shit but this has been a dream of yours for a long ass time. You really gone let her ruin that for you."
I just looked at him and my jaw clinched then I stood up. "Ima get out of here." I made my way to the locker room and jumped in the shower. I really couldn't believe this nigga said that shit to me.
This is the girl I plan on marrying so I'll do whatever the fuck it takes to keep her happy.
Once I was dressed I headed out to my car.
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Then headed home.
When I walked in our place, Sabrina was sitting on the couch in a silk robe and a black panty and bra set. She was rolling a blunt while Dragon Ball Z was on the TV.
Now you see why I love this girl so much.
"Damn, I got home at the perfect time." I dropped my duffle bag and kicked my shoes off then sat next to her. She leaned over and kissed me. "Hey baby."
"Hey, how was practice?"
"Straight, how was work?"
"Boring as always." Sabrina took a part time job at this art gallery, I think it's a dope job but she hates it. I don't know why she didn't major in art.
