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Date Posted: 15:03:35 08/08/02 Thu
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's message, "Re: Diva B Productionz Presents...*Another Black Story*" on 14:51:47 08/08/02 Thu
"Yup. I came in and the phone was ringing and he sounded kind of mad. He said he called your cell and it was off. It was sitting on the couch. How you leave your phone at home?" He asked taking a spoonful of lasagna in his mouth.
"Dang, I don't know. I had so much on my mind today. Oh my goodness, what time is it?"
"Um, it's-"
"Naw. Forget it. I don't want to know. Where Mama at?"
"She went to the store"
"Damn, for what?"
"She said she needed some stuff to clean the tub with or something like that"
"Dang, she coulda' just used the detergent like all the other times we did. I be back," I said getting hysterical running up the stairs. I didn't even feel like taking a shower. I just changed into something comfortable. Reggie had a scout coming out tonight an two others from some other schools. I came running down the stairs and Darius is on the phone as usual. I just gave him the signal that I was leaving and I ran out the door. On the way over there I was just hoping he wouldn't be mad, but then I said, "Mad? Mad for what? He ain't my daddy or my husband. That nigga can wait". What can he do? Nothing at all.
I saw some girls I knew sitting on our side and grabbed a seat near them. I had just made it in the middle of the third quarter.
"Reggie, the "Roadrunner" is getting in the game once again. Hopefully things look up in this quarter. He's been disturbed, but I'm sure he'll out in this quarter. We'd like to give a Cougar greeting once again for the scouts out tonight. Major universities go their eye out on some of the best players in the district Richie"
"That's true Jeremiah. Right now, the Cougars are down and the Eagles up with a score of 74-62. The game's on and you I hope we can pull through this game"
"Yeah I sure hope so. Cougar fans look out for the game's highlights on the news in the morning on the game and games to come"
I looked down at Reggie while he dribbled down court and how magnificently sexy his legs were. He didn't look up at me once except when he turned around on the bench when he was about to get up and he just looked at me. I don't know if that's a good or bad sign.
"So what, we lost the game, but that doesn't mean we won't make it in another game. We're slacking off and I'm devastated at you guys performance tonight! Damn it, I want 150% from all of you! I don't need to have no more injuries and bench warmers on my team! We'll be running and doing drills all next practice and if I see one person sit down I'll rip your ass off the team! That's just fuckin' ridiculous how we lost. Captain, you better get on the ball because I was shocked at you. Wrap the boys up," Coach yelled talking to himself back to his office. Reggie sighed. "Gather around guys. Let's huddle"
The guys got together wiping their faces. "Man, we just embarrassed ourselves in front of the scouts and in front of my family and my girl and damn, I'm mad!" One of the mates yelled slamming the locker. "Cut that shit Booker. I don't want to hear that shit because if yall would put more effort into what yall do and not be worrying about all this other shit around you we can win this game. People failing classes, skipping practice and getting injuries and WE can't stand for it no more. If we want to be on top we gon' have to play like the big dogs like we use to do. We gotta represent and I know we lost this game, but we gon' do better and WE ARE going to represent. Because we stay ready, right?" Reggie yelled out the the team.
"Yeah!" The team yelled back at him.
"And can't nobody wreck on us, right?"
"Fa sho!" The team yelled back at him.
"Alright then. PUT THAT SIGN UP AND-" Reggie began starting the Varisty basketball chant song. The team joined in. "REPRESENT FOR THEM COUGARS! WE DO OUR THANG C-STYLE AND PUTTIN' THEM FOOLS ON HUSH!"
"Yall get up outta here!" Reggie yelled at him as they started jumping around getitng all hyped up. Reggie started laughing and sat down in front of his locker as people was leaving. Just about everybody was out the locker room except Reggie and Shaun.
"Reg, you alright man?"
"Oh, yeah man I'm chillin'"
"Oh. I saw ya girl. She was lookin' good huh?"
"Yeah, she was lookin' good alright. Tony still here? He need a ride home?"
"Naw, he rolled out with Fred them. What's up man? You wasn't yourself on the court"
"Man, problems, it's all good though because I'm getting myself under control"
"Like what?"
"Man, you know Lyla right? Don't go telling nobody…"
"I won't. What's up?"
"It's just that…well, she getting in my way. Macy is my girl man. You know I love that girl, but I got secrets man. How yo' girl you say you love suppoe to trust you if you got secrets?" He asked Shaun.
"Man, I know what you mean. My girl don't think she can trust me, but she tripping on that off and on. You just a junior man you shouldn't be trippin' that hard about it. Me? I'm a senior. Me and her probably gon' break up soon, but I gots ta call that girl when I get home. She sick"
"I know I love Macy man. I just know I do. I just don't know what to do. I'll figure it out. Thanks man," He said giving Shaun some dap.
"You staying in here?"
"Yeah, I'm gon' chill for a while," Reggie replied.
"I told the girls bye bye and headed down the back way exit o the boys' locker room. I saw some of the fellas and they told me Reggie was still in the locker room. When I finally got the door after all the confusion Shaun was coming out. "Hey Shaun," I greeted with a smile. "Hey what's up baby girl?"
"Nothing much. Is Reggie…Reggie still in there?"
"Yeah. You can go in there because ain't nobody else here but him"
"He down about the game?" I asked with a confused look.
"Yeah, a little bit. He had scouts out there. I doubt they paid any attention to any of us tonight, but there's always tomorrow right? That's if it comes," He said with an optimistic attitude. "Yeah, you're right. Thanks Shaun"
"You're welcome. Goodnight"
I walked in the dim lit locker room. I saw Reggie sitting on the bench in front of his locker slipping on clean socks.
"Reggie? Reggie, you alright sweetie? I was waitin' for you outside and Shaun told me you were in here and that I could-"
"Why you was so late?" He sternly asked wrapping his towel around his neck still bare chested. "Baby I'm sorry. I was working on some stuff for Dynasty and I got caught up. I tried hard to hurry," I replied calmly sitting next to him.
"I needed you this game you know that? EveryTIME I try ot get some support form you it's like I always fail. No matter what I do I can't get you to support me especially when what you think means so much to me. Why you always do that? Why it had to be you? The one I THOUGHT had my back" He yelled looking me straight in the face. I never left his gaze. "Reggie, sweetie, I said I'm sorry it's not like I meant to-"
He yanked away as I tried to put my hand on his shoulder. He made this face at me of disgust I had never seen. "D-D-Don't touch me and try ot soft up on ME with that "Reggie, baby, sweetie" shit. You just really let me know tonight I can't depend on you. Just a fuckin' waste, move!" He yelled getting his bag and shoes walked towards the door storming past me.
I sat there for a second trying to replay this whole thing in my head. I laughed a little bit, shocked. Who the hell does he think he is? I am not one of them prissy hoes he dated before. I will get crunk up in here. I got up and stormed out the door behind him. If I had anything to do with it this nigga was going to listen to me. I don't like to not be paid attention to, or I just might do otherwise to get what I want. "Reggie! Reggie! Boy, listen to me!" I yelled behind me. He was walking at a pretty fast pace, but I tried to catch up with him. "Reggie! Reggie, look at-" I yelled. Big mistake. I called out to him and tried to grab his shoulder and he turned around and slapped me in the face like he was just waiting to do it. He looked just as shocked as I did. I thought in my head, "What is this? What the fuck is today? Mess-with-Macy day?" I laughed a little bit trying to adjust myself. Okay, I know I have a three strike policy. His first strike was yelling at me. His second strike was telling me I was a fucking waste. His third strike was hitting me, so now I was about to turn into a crazy bitch.
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