“Yeah, right. I know you aint saying that, Raven.” Jahrein said as he made a basket.
“Yeah, I am.” I sassed with my hands on my hips.
Tony stopped playing for a second to give me his full attention. “Look at you. You think you bad, huh?” he asked, as his eyes looked me up and down.
“Play nigga!” Jahrein snapped. “That’s why you losing now.”
Tony focused back on the game. “Fuck you. I’ma kick your ass today, nigga. You can’t win ‘em all.”
I sucked my teeth. “Jahrein can’t win; period. He know he a bench warmer over there at Worthing.” I teased.
Jahrein nodded as he made another basket, while Tony missed another block. “Okay, you get on the court next. Cause this game is over.”
That was game point and Tony and his boy Shun were pissed about their lost. “Fuck man! If your ass wouldn’t have been over there flirting we could have won.” Shun snapped at Tony.
“Nigga, fuck you. If your ass was playing better we would have won.” Tony laughed.
“Anyway. So, what’s up, Raven? You was talking all that shit. Let me see what you got.” Jahrein challenged, as he bounced the ball on the pavement, and crossed it between his legs.
“Shit, you aint said nothing but a word.” I smiled, as I stepped onto the court, while I caught a few glares from the other girls.
“A’ight.” Jahrein nodded as he tossed me the ball. “Let’s got to twenty-one.”
“Okay.” I shrugged. “You ready?” I asked as I bounced the ball between my legs.
“For some reason, I don’t think that this is her first time playing.” Tony laughed as he watched how I handled the ball.
“It don’t matter. I’m still about to shut her shit-talking ass up.” Jahrein said seriously.
“I’d like to see you try.” I laughed, as I whizzed past him and made a lay-up. “That’s two.”
“Aw, shit, Jah. She got a little something.” Shun teased.
“She was just lucky.” Jahrein yawned, as his tall ass guarded me. I knew that it was impossible for me to shoot over him, so I shook him.
“That’s four.” I boasted. “What’s up, Jahrein? I thought that you was about to take me to school?”
“Okay, you got jokes, huh?”
“Pretty much.” I laughed, as I bounced the ball. All that moving around had me sweating, so I slightly lifted my shirt to wipe the sweat off my face.
“Damn, Jah. I think that she even got more packs than you.” Tony teased, as he got a glimpse of my stomach. I kind of had a complex about my belly. I personally thought that I was a bit manly. Although, I had thick thighs and sharp hips it was all solid. Nothing ever jiggled, and I thought that my butt was too big, but I had recently found that boys loved that. The only thing soft on me was my butt and breasts. And speaking of butt, I think that I gave people a peek of my ass cheeks when I lifted my shirt.
“Man, why the fuck you lifting your shirt up and shit?” Jahrein snapped.
“The sweat was getting in my eyes.” I explained with an attitude.
“What the fuck you got on under this shirt? This shit look like drawers.” he seethed, as he lifted my shirt for a second. He then pulled it back down and was stretching the shirt, while trying to pull it further over my ass. “You need to go home and change.”
“Aint nothing wrong with what I got on.” I rolled my eyes.
“Yeah, it is. I said go home and change.” he gritted.
“I know what this is.” I nodded. “You just want to make me go home before I embarrass you. You just mad cause you’re losing this game.”
“What? Girl, you gotta be outta your damn mind. You couldn’t beat me with both my hands tied behind my back.”
I looked up into his eyes. “I can’t tell.” I backed away and shot another basket. “What!”
