Page 31 of Full Court Press

The nerve of her to ignore me after giving her the best orgasms of her life.

Instead of doing what my heart told me to do, I listened to my mind and continued my stride over to where my friends sat just a few feet away from their asses.

I made it my business to sit facing them to keep an eye on what the fuck they had going on.

“What up, my nigga? You good?” Lamar asked once I took my seat. I straightened my face, which had been set in a scowl I wasn’t aware of, and shook from my daze.

“Yeah, my bad. Just been having a bad week,” I partially lied.

“Nia still giving you problems?” Keith queried.

I shook my head. “Nah, but her ass keeps texting me and shit. I’m glad we never run into each other on campus, but somehow, I know she’s about to make it her business to find me.”

“We need to hit that frat party tonight, get our minds right, and have a little fun,” Keith suggested.

“Hell no. You niggas need to fucking focus. Y’all fucking partying is the reason we’re here now. Tighten up because if you niggas leave me to hold the team together by myself, it’s gon’ be a fucking problem.” Normally, when I threatened them, they would laugh it off, but today wasn’t the day for me. The fact that the woman I never paid attention to in these three years we’d been attending True had me flustered, irritated me.

My eyes kept going over to their table while I pulled out textbooks and paper for my two partying-ass friends. The way her smile lit up a room had me wondering why the fuck I hadn’t been paying attention sooner. She was dressed down in one of her normal jogging suits, but because I felt the fatness of her ass and the soft yet firmness of those pretty-ass titties, the memory of it all had been burned inside my brain.

Jaylin touched her hair that she kept in two braids to the back, and I read his lips, asking her if her hair was real.

Clown-ass nigga can’t tell real hair from fake hair?

“Lilo?” Lamar called out.

“Why you staring at girly so hard? I saw her get in your whip the other day. You hit?” Keith asked, smirking at me. I could see them both waiting for me to confirm or deny either claim, but I wasn’t doing either.

“Man, fuck her little stuck-up ass.” Lamar snarled. “I see why Sabrina can’t stand her. Her attitude is shitty.”

“Watch ya mouth, bruh. You know I don’t like that disrespecting women shit,” I told him.

“She do kind of got a stank attit⁠—”

“Focus.” I stopped Keith from continuing before I had to steal on his ass. “Let’s start with chemistry. Mr. Holcomb stay testing, and that’s one of the main subjects you niggas failing in.”

“’Cause that shit hard,” Keith mused.

“It’s only as hard as you make it, fam. So, with that being said, get that notebook and pencil out, and let’s get to work.”

It only took Lamar and Keith forty-five minutes to catch on to the work. I was actually proud of these niggas because I thought I was going to have to spend hours teaching them what I considered light work, but they surprised me. Lamar and Keith weren’t dummies, or else they wouldn’t have been able to attend True, but because this was our final year, they wanted to slack off and got put on AP because of it. Being the one who always made sure my peers succeeded, I was going to help them in any way that I could.

The whole time we sat in the study hall, my eyes never left Piper and Jaylin. I watched them study whatever the fuck they were studying, him going to the vending machine to get them snacks, and them looking at one another’s phones. I didn’t like that shit, and I was happy when my tutoring session ended with Lamar and Keith.

“What you about to get into, Lilo?” Lamar asked.

“Possibly a little trouble. I’ll see y’all in a minute.” I snatched up my satchel and moved hurried feet over to the table in the corner that had me ready to knock a nigga’s head between the bookshelf and chairs.

When I approached them, Piper looked up at me with a frown on her face, but my eyes were locked in on Jaylin.

“Aye. Go find Ciara, my nigga,” I told him, swinging my head toward the exit. His eyes grew noticeably, and I watched the color drain from his face. I didn’t care who he cheated on his girl with; it just wasn’t about to be Piper Sawyer.

“Khalil, what’s up, bro? I didn’t know this was you,” he said, gathering his belongings and placing them in his raggedy-ass bookbag.

“It ain’t him,” Piper barked lowly.

“You will be,” I said with confidence.

She rolled her eyes at me and put them on Jaylin. “You don’t have to leave, Jaylin. This young man doesn’t own me or this study hall.”