ours.”
I shrug. “Not interested. Did the girls get home okay?” I ask him.
“Yeah, found them just before they got into the cab, and I even paid the driver. You owe me twenty.”
He turns his head back to the easy blonde. “Care if I take a pass at her?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. He’s already stalking towards her. I snicker. Bucky doesn’t even need to use a line. Chick is already shoving her hand down the waist of his pants and sticking her tongue down his throat.
When he comes up for air, I ask him for his keys. I’m ready to go crash for the night.
“You could join us, King,” she suggests coyly.
“Not my thing. I don’t share. Better wrap it up, B.” I punch his shoulder.
He laughs and drops his keys in my palm after telling me he’s catching a ride to the house with Adams and his rebound.
**
A few days later, I’m in the weight room when I hear some shit that makes my blood boil.
“Amaya was at Sleven Saturday night. Won’t be long and she’ll be begging me to take her back. Nobody’s going to put up with her tight ass like I do. She knows I’m as good as she’s gonna get.” Keith laughs, talking shit to his buddies.
“What’d’ you just say about her you little pussy?” I rear my fist back ready to smash his condescending face in. I don’t know why I’m so pissed. She’s just a chick that’s doing me a favor. But I don’t like the way her name sounds on his tongue. I don’t want him anywhere near her. And deep down I know she’s going to be mine. I keep trying to squash my feelings, but they only seem to grow. I wanted to call her or text her when I got in from the club, but I’ve held back. I don’t want to come on too strong and too fast. I don’t want to scare her off.
He squishes his lips and talks with his hand. “What’d you say about her?” He mocks.
Big Tex gets between us. “I’ve shit bigger logs than you. You gotta problem with Tate. You gotta problem with me.” He bumps his chest against his and Keith steps around him.
“Yeah well, superstar here needs to leave my girl alone.” His finger pokes my chest.
Is this piece of shit for real? His girl. Dude has issues.
“Your girl? She wasn’t your girl this morning when her legs were wrapped around my waist.” It’s a shit thing to insinuate but it’s not a lie. Her legs were around me, we were dancing, a few days ago, anyway.
He steps into me, and I am begging him to throw the first punch. I can’t start shit in here, but I can finish it.
“I knocked you the fuck out Saturday night for trying shit with Amaya. I swear to fuck if you don’t leave her alone, I’ll make sure you’re benched the rest of the season and you don’t get drafted,” I sneer at him. Like anyone wants him anyway. “She doesn’t want you, so stay the fuck away from her.” I clench my fist begging him to make a move so I can lay his ass out once and for all.
Just as Keith grabs the front of my shirt, coach Mallard interrupts.
“That’s enough! Break it up ladies and hit the showers,” assistant coach Mallard barks. “King, Coach wants you in his office.”
Fuck. What is it this time?
I wipe my face with a wet towel and hang it across the back of my neck. My shower will have to wait.
I head past the lockers to coach. “You wanted to see me?” I say, sitting down.
“Amaya gave me a report about you, says you’re doing a good job. But she is wanting to add another day to the schedule. Sunday after practice work for you?”
“Uh yeah, that’s fine.” I grin. More time with my girl. Not going to complain about getting a few more hours a week to warm her over.
“Good, good,” he says, marking it down. “Now, you want to tell me what’s going on between you and Keith? You know I don’t like outside shit coming into my house. I know he’s a punk, but he comes from a good family. They contribute heavily to our program. He has a lot of pressure put on him.”
I shake my head. “He and Amaya dated, he cheated, they broke up. Now she’s with me, and Keith is losing his mind. Seems to think she’s still his.”
“Wait, you and Amaya are together?” His brows go up. “You work fast.”
“Well, not really but I’m wearing her down.” I give him a wink.