Ready For Rayne~Dak Prescott

Tuscaloosa Tantrums

We finally got into Alabama, and I pulled into Tuscaloosa at the University where I attended. I need my transcripts, and I was thinking about going into sports broadcasting and modeling, but I do need proof of a degree. Two, since Dak dragged me to Mississippi State, then I could tour my old second home, show him some of my friends, even though he knew them all too well. This nigga over here looking squeamish-

"Oh stop being scared"
"But-"
'Dak, them boys ain't gonna do shit to you unless I allow them to, I got they asses in check"
"Oh really?"
"Come on here scary"
He slowly crept out the car and I heard a loud voice-

"Is that Karysma Rose-Coleman?"
"Is that Reuben Foster"

I ran and gave him a hug, while Dak stayed back and looked mad.

"Who's that?"
"You know damn well who that is y'all damn sacked him 9 times last year"
"What game"
"Mississippi State"
"Oh Dak, what's with him"
"That's my baby"
"Hmmm...okay"
"Why you being suspect"
"Nothing"
"Reuben"

"Karysma"
"I'll tell you later, I got your number"

"Okay"
Something was odd with him. But I told Dak to walk on over so I could get my transcripts and I could show him around town and everything-

"Karysma, I'm not going in there"
Okay, I'm getting so tired of this. He drags me to his college and I was open minded about it, now when the tables turned he's being a complete asshole. I don't get it at all-

"Okay stay your scary ass in the car, I already told you that these people could care less who the fuck you are, but go ahead sit yo bitch ass in the car!"
I rolled my eyes, and walked into the Student Service's center. The lady looked at me-

"My name is Karysma Coleman, I graduated at the conclusion of the fall semester. I'm here for my transcripts"

She said not one word as she searched around, and gave me my papers. I didn't know what her problem was. But whatever. I walked out and saw my other male best friend-

"Johnathan Allen, is that you?"
'Karysma what you doing here, I thought you were in Texas"

"That I am, but I needed a break from all the cameras, and I needed my transcripts."
"Oh okay...Reu told me you were dating Dak Prescott"
"Yea but I'm not too happy with his scary ass right now"
"What he do"
"He's sitting in the car because he's scared of a confrontation, and he's trying to get me to leave" I felt my blood start to boil.

"Wanna come over and play some games, like we used to, later on tonight"
"Yesss"

He laughed and said-

"See you then"

I walked back to the car got int eh drivers seat, and didn't say no one damn word to Dak. We drove to the Marriott and checked in and I sat my stuff down and played on my phone, while Dak watched TV. I went in my suit case, and picked out my adidas sweatsuit, and my Adidas Samoas. Then my phone rang-

"What's up Reu?"
"You still coming over"
"Yup"
"Bringing Dak?"

'Hell no, I'm leaving his ass in the hotel, I ain't speaking to hi m, he pissed me off"
"Ooo what he do"
'I'll explain when I get there"
We said goodbye, and hung up. I sighed and shook my head as Dak started to walk towards me-

"Are you serious?"
"Dead ass Dak, now leave me alone, you can tell I'm not in the mood with you"
"Do they do you better than I do"
"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GETTING THIS BULLSHIT FROM DAK?"

"I'M JUST ASSUMING!"
"STOP ASSUMING SHIT, AND THEY'RE NOT PUNK ASSES LIKE YOU ARE!!"

"YOU DON'T NEED THEM, YOU NEED ME!!"