“I guess I’ll take a page out of Nyeem’s book. I’ll pretend I don’t know him when you introduce me.”
When we met up, I noticed Ambrose’s eyes traveling the length of my body. I may have been pregnant, but I wasn’t far enough along to be showing, and my body was definitely tea.
“Wassup, Ward? Headed to the track to get a workout in?” Kilo asked.
“Something like that,” Ambrose responded with his eyes still on me.
My eyes were on him as well, but not in the same way, and I was sure my face wore a frown.
“You’re staring pretty hard, bruh. You good?” Kilo questioned with a hint of humor in his voice.
“Huh? Oh yeah. I’m good. Who’s your lady friend?”
We were holding hands, and Kilo released mine and put his arm over my shoulder. I leaned into him and put my hand on his chest.
“Oh, she’s a lot more than a friend. This is my woman, Nyomi. Baby, this is Ambrose Ward. You may have heard his name since he was a senior on the football team during your freshman year. Does he look familiar?”
I looked at him, still wearing a frown.
“No. His name doesn’t ring a bell, and his face doesn’t look familiar. Baby, I have to get ready for work.”
I lifted my head, stood on my toes to kiss him, grabbed my bag from his other shoulder, and left. I couldn’t wait to hear howthe conversation I knew they were going to have went. Nothing but pure entertainment.
“I wasn’t planning to work out, but Nyomi had me doing sprints with her, so I’m about to head home to shower and change,” I told Ambrose and began walking away.
“Hold up,” he called out.
I turned and gave him my attention.
“Wassup?”
“Is that the same woman you were talking about a few weeks ago? Nyeem’s mother?”
“It is. Wassup?”
“I forgot to tell you. I reached out to a few of the guys from the team to see if they remembered her. The ones that did didn’t have anything good to say. She got around, man. You might wanna send her back to the streets.”
I chuckled but didn’t find shit funny.
“You might want to mind your fucking business.”
I turned and walked away as he continued talking bullshit to my back. I tuned him out, so I had no idea what the nigga was saying, nor did I care. It took me about forty-five minutes to go home, shower, change into fresh clothes, and get back to campus.
When I arrived at my office, the athletic director was headed out. We didn’t have a meeting scheduled, so I was surprised to see her.
“Good morning, Dr. Stackhouse. Were you looking for me?”
“Good morning, Coach. I was, actually. Do you have a minute?”
“Of course.”
I followed her into my office, closing the door behind me. She sat in one of the chairs in front of my desk, and I sat in my seat on the other side.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Nothing you should be worried about, but I wanted to give you a heads-up.”
“I’m all ears.”
