Chapter 15 Javonte
I know I walk into this gym cheesing today, and somebody is going to call me out, but I don’t care. I had a good date with Lily last night. She was receptive, and that’s all I wanted.
I don’t need her to fall back in love with me overnight, and I’m not trying to jump back into bed with her. I just need her to be open. And last night, she was.
“Oh shit,” Jalen says the moment he sees me. “He got them googly eyes.”
CJ walks up and looks me dead in the face. “Oh yeah. He does.”
Here we go.
“Don’t lose yourself, my guy.”
“What the hell?” I say, shaking my head. “Y’all killing my buzz.”
“Yeah,” Devon jumps in. “Let this man rekindle his love.”
Then, of course, he takes it too far. “Did you have a date last night? Did you get laid? Did you get laid?”
“Y’all, I just went out with Lily,” I say, already tired of them. “And you’re making it weird.”
Tank is the only one who hasn’t said anything yet, and I’m grateful for that.
“I guess it went well?” CJ asks, raising his eyebrows.
“It did.”
“So did you get laid?”
“Man, shut up. No, I didn’t. I wasn’t trying to.” I wave Jalen out of my space. “And get out my face.”
“I took her to an art exhibit, then we got some soul food. I kissed her on the cheek and went home.”
Tank nods from the weight bench like that’s exactly what he expected to hear.
“That sounds very PG,” Jalen says.
“It was,” I tell him. “That’s what I was going for. I’m not trying to just get back into her pants. I want her back for real.”
That shuts them up for a second, and the conversation shifts to CJ and the courtside reporter we all know he’s got it bad for. Every fan can see it, but somehow the two of them don’t.
After the gym, I head home and pull up Lily’s schedule. I already know we’re not going out tonight. She told me she had an event, so I check the time and the location anyway.
It’s not far.
I shower, change, and head out before I can talk myself out of it.
She’s already there when I pull up, unloading those big tables by herself. I’m out of the car before the engine fully cuts, calling her name so I don’t just run up on her.
She turns, and that smile hits me again.
“Javonte,” she calls out.
“In the flesh,” I say, walking up to her.
She laughs. “You’re here to help me?”
“Yes, ma’am. This is not something you need to be doing by yourself all the time. I got you. Just give me a call.”
