𝑹𝑼𝑰𝑵 𝑼𝑺

•𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕹𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓•

"If I make it you owe me five." I spoke, bouncing the ball as I looked at Marquees.

"Bet." He nodded.

"Pay up bro." I smirked, holding the ball on my side.

He made a cringe like face before speaking, "see what had happened—"

I smacked my lips as I heard him come up with an excuse.

"I ain't bring cash," he shrugged.

"Then why would you agree," Donovan added with a chuckle.

"Right," I agreed—taking a seat on the bleachers next to Destin, who did in fact come.

"Didn't expect you to make it to be honest." He Joked.

"Now look at you." I shook my head.

"Destin just pay him for me and I'll give you the money back later." He spoke.

As Destin reached for his pockets I grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

"Nah he good, the bet wasn't with him it was with you." I shook my head.

He gave me a weird look before shaking his head and shrugging.

When I felt soft fingers on my wrist I looked down.

"Oh uh, sorry." I apologized, scratching the nape of my neck awkwardly.

Thankfully my phone vibrated, getting the message from Mr.Jay that he was outside with my food.

"I'll be back." I stood up.

"You done already?" Donovan asked.

"No but my Dads dropping off food for me." I nodded, not even realizing what I had just done.