Chapter 5

LATE NOVEMBER—EARLY DECEMBER 2019

THE BEGINNING OF HOMECOMING SEASON

“So you know why you’re here right, Micah?” Coach Carter asked him as he looked at Micah who sat in the chair in front of his desk with his arms folded.

Micah sighed, leaning forward and resting his forearms on the desk. “I know—”

“FUCK YOU MISS TWO DAYS OF PRACTICE FOR?” he yelled, banging one of his fists on the table. “You know who you are?” he pointed to Micah.

Micah nodded without much confidence in his answer, “Yes.” He anticipated being yelled at by Coach.

He knew it was coming, but he didn’t regret his decision.

Micah couldn’t come.

“I do,” Micah nodded again.

“No—I’m not talkin’ about your goddamn family name, boy,” Coach Carter told him, looking into his eyes. “Listen to me, Micah, you are a star in your own right. Do not let whatever is goin’ on in your pretty boy head cost you your future,”

Micah tried his best to receive the words that were being spoken into him. “I hur you,” he nodded.

Coach just sighed, standing to his feet to sit at the corner of his desk, so he could be closer to Micah. “You don’t though, Micah—What’s goin’ on? You know, your teammates went to bat for you hard, and at first, I thought you might’ve been jus’ skippin’ out, but seein’ you, Micah,” Coach Carter shook his head. “What is the matter? You know I’m more than just your coach right?” he put a hand on Micah’s shoulder squeezing it a bit before letting go.

For a moment, Micah looked into Coach Carter’s eyes, seeing his sincerity. For a moment, he considered breaking down and crying to him about the truth.

Carter was a role model to him. A father figure, but the amount of fear he had still pulled him back.

Micah shook his head, “Nothin’ too bad, Coach-jus’ a luh stressed, n it got to me,” he answered him with… not necessarily a lie, just not the full truth.

“I get it, son–It’s a lot of pressure on you. A lot of expectations, from everything around you. I understand. I get it, but you ain’t gon’ have nothing if you don’t take care of your mental,” Carter emphasized. “You have to take care of your mind, or you will end up in a damn asylum with nothing–you hear me, boy?”

Nodding, Micah sighed, “I do, n Imma try n implement whatchu sayin’,” he spoke. He didn’t know if he was lying or not. He wanted to believe in Coaxh Carter’s words, but it was hard.

Micah knew Coach wouldn’t be saying the words he was if he knew what Micah did.

Carter just sighed, “Aight, boy–go on out there. Two-on-two. You on against Kentwood,” he told him, making Micah’s eyes go wide.

He and Jeremiah haven’t really been interacting for the past few weeks. Jeremiah kept his word. He would leave Micah alone, but at the end of the day, they were teammates. “You need to re-strengthen yourself, Micah,”

“Okay,” Micah nodded. He stood to his feet, then walked out of Coach Carter’s office with Coach behind him.

He then instructed everyone on how their practice would go, leaving them to it while he went back into his office for a bit.

“Jus’ cuz a nigga was down fa a few, don’t mean y’all niggas is better than me. Y’all need a yur ta be et,” Micah joked, putting on a front, although his eyes bounced around avoiding looking at Jeremiah.

Of course, Jeremiah noticed it, causing him to sigh.

“Man, please. Don’t get ahead of yaself, my nigga,” James slapped Micah’s arm, gaining a laugh from him.

“Aight, let’s start,” Chase told the three. They then split into two separate teams with Jeremiah and Chase on one, and Micah and James on the other.

Once the four got into positions with their other teammates on the bleachers, their game of two versus two began.

The ball was in Micah’s hand as he dribbled it between his legs, facing off with Jeremiah. His breathing quickened a bit, but he calmed himself before moving around him and traveling down the court, feeling the other three follow him.

“Micah!” James called out to him, holding his hands up, so Micah could pass the ball.

Micah looked to him, but then he looked towards the goal, wanting to make it himself, so he discarded James’ call, moving around Chase, continuing to travel with the ball.

He attempted to shoot the ball into the goal, but Jeremiah jumped up and blocked it, making James groan and Micah smack his lips. “Shoulda listened ta James, Mikey,” Chase teased as he caught the ball from Jeremiah and shot the ball from their three-point line into the goal.

Feeling anger surge through him, Micah ran to the other side of the court with James by his side. “Relax, Micah,”

Micah just scoffed, “I’m relaxed!” he yelled out, now guarding Jeremiah who had the ball, dribbling it and thinking of his next play.

The two looked at one another, and Micah tried his best to focus.

Focus, Micah.

The game continued with each two-person team going back and forth between scoring points, with Jeremiah and Chase in a three-point lead–nineteen to sixteen.

“JAMES!” Micah yelled, jumping up and catching the ball, landing and bumping into Jeremiah, hard.

Jeremiah just scoffed, knowing it was a bit purposeful. Micah’s plays had been more rough and targeted towards him.

He was getting frustrated, “Stop fuckin’ wit me, Micah,” he huffed. Jeremiah already agreed to Micah’s hurtful words, but now he thinks he can just make Jeremiah out to be a bitch? Jeremiah doesn’t think so.

Caught off guard by Jeremiah’s words, Micah looked over to him, letting the ball slip from his hands, and Jeremiah grabbed the ball, dribbling it and shooting it over Micah’s head, scoring another two points for their team, with only one point needed to win the game.

“Ain’t nobody fuckin’ witchu, bitch. But iss clur you tryna do bullshit ta throw me off my game,” Micah scoffed back to him, making Jeremiah chuckle.

“You been damn nur foulin’ me da whole fuckin’ match, Micah–fuck is yo problem?” Jeremiah started to get angry, damn near forgetting about the game.

“You,” Micah stood chest to chest with him, looking into his eyes.

Before he had the opportunity to say something back, Micah was pulled back by James and Jeremiah by Chase. “The fuck is wrong with y’all?” Chase smacked his lips. “Get y’all fuckin’ heads right. Ion know what started y’alls petty ass beef, but it needs ta stop. At the end of the day, we are a fuckin’ team,” he looked between the two.

Jeremiah just scoffed, “Ian rey be treated like a hoe ass nigga tho’,” he spoke, folding his arms.

“You are one,” Micah spoke up.

“Fuck you, nigga. Wait–” Jeremiah started.

“Bitch, I will fuckin’ kill you,” Micah seethed and gritted his teeth.

“You gon’ quit callin’ me out my mufuckin’ name, or you gon’ get da REAL JEREMIAH, nigga!” Jeremiah felt anger surge through himself.

James just looked between the two, “Lemme getchu outta hur,”

“I’a beat et nigga up. You seen et shit onna court, James!” Micah huffed as he was pulled into the locker room.

James grabbed both of Micah’s shoulders, “Re–fuckin–lax, Micah!” he shook him a bit, staring sternly into his eyes. “You doin’ the fuckin’ most,” he told him. “The fuck is goin’ on witchu lately, n what the fuck it gotta do wit him?” he pointed towards the gym.

Micah just averted his eyes and bit down on his bottom lip, chewing it slightly. “Iss nun–I-I’m trippin,” Micah stuttered. “It’s been a lot goin’ on, lately,” he told James.

Over the past few weeks, Micah had been dealing with a lot. Of course, his biggest obstacle being Jeremiah.

He refused to acknowledge the feelings he had for Jeremiah, for obvious reasons, but also because of the way every time they were around each other, it was nothing, and that only made him feel worse.

Every day that passed, Jeremiah would get even more cold—less acknowledging. Micah knew he asked for it, but the part of his heart that desired him hated it.

Micah couldn’t be worried about his confusion with his roommates at the moment though, “Kelia pregnant,” he blurted to James. “N she keepin’ it,”

Another obstacle he was dealing with: his girlfriend.

Micah was already dealing with the extreme guilt he felt from cheating on Kelia again after vowing to be different.

And… she’s having his baby. He was going to be a father while still in school, and trying to focus on his basketball career, and trying to go pro, and trying to be the perfect son…

“You fareal, Micah?” James’ eyes widened.

Nodding, Micah started biting his nails. “You told your parents?” he asked as they sat down on the bench.

“N-Nah, n she wanna tellem today,” Micah stuttered. “They gon’ rip my fuckin’ head off, James,” Micah grabbed his head as he almost started to hyperventilate.

“Micah, please, take a deep breath,” James grabbed Micah’s hands, looking him into his eyes that were red. James also couldn’t help, but feel his heart throbbing a bit as he looked at Micah up close. “You offer ta pay fa the abortion?” he asked.

Snatching his hands away, Micah smack his lips, “Nigga, you know I did,” he facepalmed himself as his knee bounced up and down.

James just sighed as the sensation of pain filled his chest a bit from Micah snatching his hands away, “Look, jus’ try and present the situation as best as you can,” he put his hand on Micah’s shoulder, causing Micah to look up at him.

“Whatchu mean?” he asked, and James got stuck for a second when Micah looked at him with those eyes.

“I jus’ mean…” James averted his eyes. “I mean you grown, you basically guaranteed ta go pro, yo reputation pretty much clean—what does is really look like fa you ta be havin’ a child witcha long time girlfriend,”

Micah nodded, “Yeah…” he smirked a bit. “Ian look at it from et point. Es true,” he rubbed his chin. “Thank you, brody,” he put his arm around James who unintentionally licked over his lips, looking at the side of Micah’s face.

“Aye—” a voice boomed through the locker room, catching the two boys’ attention, making them focus to the direction it came from. “You owe my nigga a apoluhgy,” Taylor came into the locker room, pointing at Micah.

James scoffed, “Aye, you not helpin’ the situation—jus’ let us cool off, n go check on yo nigga,” he stood up, looking Taylor in the eyes.

Taylor just stared at him for a moment.

James just blinked, “Hello?” he waved in his face. “Fuck wrong wit es nigga?”

“Nah, he right—I was tweakin’,” Micah butted in, breaking the two from their stand-off. “Imma say sorry ta ’em,” Micah nodded. “…If et nigga apoluhgize first,”

“Micah…” Taylor sighed. “You know you was playin’ like ass today—you not on yo bes’ game—iss coo’, but we a team, my nigga,” he spoke passionately.

“Well…” James scratched his head. He couldn’t disagree with what Taylor was saying, but Micah was still his friend, so he’d just stay quiet this time around.

Micah just sat there, still biting down on his lip. He knew he was just being stubborn.

“Nigga…” Taylor smacked his lips and grabbed Micah’s wrist.

“The fuck?” both Micah and James said as Micah was being pulled out of the locker room with James behind them.

“Fuck offa me, Tay,” he spat as Taylor paid him no mind and started bringing him towards Jeremiah. “Ion got nun ta say ta et nigga,” he tried to free his wrist. “HELP ME, BRO!” he looked back at James and yelled, but James just shook his head.

Although he didn’t really care for Jeremiah, he put the team over his personal feelings.

“Y’all talk. We comin’ on championship soon, n you niggas dumbass beef ain’t rey fuck us up,” Taylor crossed his arms after he let go of Micah who refused to look Jeremiah’s way.

Jeremiah just scoffed, “I’m coo,”

Micah sighed, “I apologize—I was tweakin’,” he looked up at Jeremiah who was already staring at him with his arms folded with that familiar look.

Of course, Micah couldn’t hold eye contact for long without his face heating up—he couldn’t help it. “It’s jus’ been a lot goin’ on wimme, but Ian rey continue ta let et shit affect our play,” he continued.

“Why you lookin’ at Taylor while apologizin’?” Jeremiah asked, raising a brow, noticing the slight change in the color of Micah’s cheeks.

Micah chuckled to himself a bit, biting down on his lip as he returned his focus to Jeremiah. He looked into his eyes, refusing to break eye contact this time.

He wasn’t about to let Jeremiah hoe him. “I said I apologize,” he said, walking close to him. “I been tweakin’, been goin’ thru a lot of shit, but Ian rey let et fuck up my game,” he looked up a couple inches into his eyes.

On the other hand, Jeremiah was already lost in the greenish-blue color of Micah’s eyes, and obviously, his vision couldn’t help but bounce between them and Micah’s pretty pink lips. “Imma be on my shit, so we can win es championship, n I can be MVP,” Micah finished.

“Uh huh,” Jeremiah said, not really having heard anything Micah said. “Anyways, I forgive you—now let me and Chase whoop that ass correctly es time,” Jeremiah chuckled, smiling at Micah, causing his heart to skip a beat—just one.

He didn’t like the way Jeremiah could do that.

Micah really didn’t like that he felt happy about their little conversation.

It was more than the two had in almost a month.

“Whateva, nigga—C’mon, James! Let’s thrash ‘ese niggas,” Micah laughed, running towards James.

Jeremiah only smiled bigger—he knew he was happy to see Micah in better spirits. He loved it when he smiled.

•••

later on that day

Micah arrived back at his dorm building, but instead of going to his room, he went to his girlfriend’s room, knocking on the door. “Lia! I’m out hur—you ready?” he asked through the door.

About a minute later, the door swung open, revealing Kelia, dressed in a simple skirt and shirt with some sandals. “You look nice,” he bent down to hug her and kiss her cheek.

“Thank you,” she smiled up at him, grabbing his hand. “My parents are on their way to your house now,” she told him, squeezing his hand a bit. “We can do this—it’s my decision, so whatever they try and say, don’t pay any mind,”

Micah could hardly focus on the words that were coming from her mouth, for his nerves were starting to come back.

Kelia’s parents are doctors, and they are big investors in the city–they were important people in Louisville, so Michael and Sabrina wanted to make sure that Micah didn’t ruin the relationship he had with her.

“Baby,” Kelia called out to him as she held her stomach. “Baby,” she grabbed his face, “Micah–we’re going to be fine. Okay?” she pecked his lips a few times.

Taking a deep breath, Micah nodded and calmed down. “I hur you, ma,” he kissed her lips once more, then stood back upright. He grabbed her hand, then led her down to his dorm, so he could shower and change before they left.

He also figured he could relax his mind for a moment while he was in there.

Once they got to his dorm, he took his keys from his back pocket. They were on a lanyard with the university logo on it. He opened the door, letting Kelia inside first before he walked in after her.

“Micah?” Jeremiah walked out of his room with only some basketball shorts on and some slides, leaving the rest of his body exposed, showing off his toned body and arms that were decorated in various tattoos. “Oh, shit. My bad, Lia,” Jeremiah grabbed a shirt from the couch, putting it on quickly, noticing how Kelia face turned slightly red.

He just smirked, looking towards Micah who hadn’t said a word. He just looked away from Jeremiah’s gaze, hearing him walk towards him as Kelia went into Micah’s room. “Y’all rey be hur tonight?” he asked, looking at Micah. “Why a nigga neva can get no eye contact?” he asked, pulling Micah’s chin towards him.

“Stop touchin’ me,” Micah moved his hand away, looking towards Jeremiah. “N nah, we rey head out afta I shower n shit,” he told him, noticing the way Jeremiah intensely looked at him, feeling his heart rate increase.

He couldn’t help but to admit deep down that he missed this look Jeremiah gave him.

“Okay, bet,” Jeremiah backed up a bit. “Won’t be no problem if I bring a bad bitch ova,” he chuckled, making Micah raise a brow.

“Huh?” he asked. “You rey bring who ta our shit–you ain’t rey bring no dirty thot ta our shit. You know how I am, Miah, stop playin’,”

Jeremiah just smirked. “Jealous?”

“Bitch, you wish–You know I hate dirty niggas,” Micah smacked his lips.

“Uh, huh. I hur you–Imma leave you be as I been,” Jeremiah chuckled, then disappeared back to his room, leaving Micah standing there. He just facepalmed himself, deciding that even small interactions were dangerous, so he’d distance himself again… even more.

He couldn’t give in to his wrongful desires.

•••

About an hour later, Micah and his girlfriend pulled into the driveway of his three-story home. His breathing started to pick up again, “Baby,” Kelia grabbed his hand.

He just knew the words she spoke wouldn’t be the outcome. Micah wanted to think optimistically, but her parents already weren’t fond of him because of his past infidelity, so to get their only daughter pregnant?

“It’s gonna be fine,” Kelia reassured him.

“You don’t fuckin’ know et,” Micah spat back, unintentionally. He looked over at her expression, seeing her face look sat from his tone. “Sorry, baby,” he grabbed her hand. “It’s just… it’s really on me,” he told her.

Kelia scoffed, “How, and I’m the one that’s pregnant?”

“C’mon, you know how. Wit our history n shit—plus—”

“Micah? Kelia?” the two were interrupted from their conversation, hearing a voice call out to them. Then there was a knock on the window. Micah looked over, seeing it was his older brother, Michael Jr. “Wassup, get out da cah, bro!” he opened up the door, pulling Micah out of the car and into a hug.

“Wassup, bro. I missed you,” Micah smiled, wrapping his arms back around his back, and patting it. He then let him go, going around to the other side to help Kelia out of the car.

“Wassup, Lia. How you been?” Michael Jr held his arms out to hug her.

“I’ve been good,” she responded and looked up at him, smiling a bit.

Micah squinted at their interaction, but he brushed it off, grabbing her hand, “Ya parents already waitin’ huh?” he asked her, and she nodded.

“Aight y’all, I’m rey head out. Bye, Micah. Bye, Kelia,” Michael waved to the two before he turned around and got into his car to leave.

The couple then proceeded to Micah’s house. “Oh, the lovebirds are finally here,” Sabrina, Micah’s mother, greeted them at the door. “Come on, you two,” she led them inside while she locked the door after them.

“Micah,”

Micah’s heart raced even faster hearing his father’s voice. He then appeared in front of the two, plus his wife. “You two look well—nice to see you again, Miss Kelia,” he smiled. “I wonder what the news you two brought us here for?” he asked with a small smile, making the pit in Micah’s stomach grow even more.

“My dawta hur?” Kelia’s father, Kameron asked as the four continued through Micah’s home to the dinner table that was already set up; the chef was still in the kitchen, preparing the dessert. “Hey, baby,” he smiled once he saw her, holding his arms out open for her.

She let go of Micah’s hand to run into her father’s arms. “Hey, daddy,” she smiled, wrapping her arms around him, feeling her mother come and hug her as well. “Hey, mama,” she looked up at her, smiling.

Micah just stood there, feeling his mother put a hand behind his back, leaning over to whisper in his ear, “Try to behave today, Micah,” she smiled, pecking his cheek, giving the Monroe family a fake smile, guiding her husband and son to the table.

Kameron and Melia just looked at Micah after hugging their daughter, “Hello, Micah,” Kameron gave him a tight-lipped smile.

Micah nodded, “Hello, Mr and Mrs Monroe,” he walked over to them, shaking both of their hands before leading Kelia to her chair, pulling it out for her, then sitting down next to her.

He could hear his heart beating in his chest. It felt like time had slowed down completely. “So, what have you two brought us hur fa?” Kameron asked as he grabbed his knife and fork. “Aht, not before praya,” he grabbed his wife’s hand, and everyone else followed suit to lock hands while Kameron prayed over their food.

After he was finished, everyone started to eat with Kelia being the first to speak. “Well…” she looked at Micah. “The reason we brought you two here… Baby?” she questioned with a smile, looking for Micah to take over, figuring if he said it, maybe his nerves will go away a bit.

“Uh–” Micah stuttered. “Umm,” he looked back to Kelia, causing his mother to raise a brow.

“Well… what is it, son?” Melia asked.

Micah looked back at her parents, then at his. His mouth remained open, but no words formed. And as he was about to speak, Kelia blurted the news. “I’m pregnant… and we’re keeping it,” she held onto Micah’s arm with a smile.

Kameron and Melia’s eyes widened, and their mouths dropped open. “Yo-You’re what?” Kameron asked with a building anger in his voice.

“Daddy,” she squeezed Micah’s arm tighter.

“Pregnant?” Kelia’s mother scoffed. “This is what you brought us here to say?” she looked around, chuckling, standing to her feet. “Isn’t it enough we let you stay with that boy who has wandering you-know-what,” her mother looked Micah up and down. “But to create a family with him–”

“Alright now,” Michael Sr butted in.

“What, Michael? Your boy still hasn’t proved that he is for my dawta!” Kameron raised his voice. “Nah, make her an appointment ta the clinic, Melia,” he pointed to his wife. “Let’s go, Kelia,”

“Daddy…” Kelia held onto Micah who just sighed and looked over to his parents who shook their heads.

“It takes two to have a child, Kameron,” Michael stood up.

“No. Your boy has proven time and time again that all he wants is some warm pussy!” Kameron yelled. “Or I don’t know wit the way ya son keep cheatin’ on my kid, maybe he wants sum ass,” he seethed, making Michael slap him on instinct.

Micah just scoffed, “The fuck is happening?” he facepalmed himself.

“DADDY!” Kelia stood up, yanking her arm out of Micah’s, and rushing over to her father.

Fuck, she mad for, and her daddy just called me gay?

“Get out my house!” Michael Sr yelled, feeling his wife grab his arm.

“Michael…” she whispered to him.

“He jus’ call my fuckin’ son a f*ggot,” Michael Sr scoffed.

Melia grabbed her husband from the floor, “He’s sorry… for that comment,” she clarified, making Michael Sr scoff even further, feeling his wife grip his wrist a bit for him to calm down.

“And Michael is sorry for overreacting–right, hunny?” Sabrina grabbed his arm, squeezing it a bit.

Michael still kept a frown on his face, but he nodded, holding his hand out to Kameron. “I’m sorry, Kameron. Just like ya overprotective of your kids, I am of mine,” he told him genuinely.

Kameron sighed, “I hur you–It still don’t change my thoughts about this situation,” he looked between Micah, who was still sitting down, dazed, and Kelia who looked over at Micah who didn’t even try to break up the fathers, and she rolled her eyes. “Me and Melia will talk ta our daughter about this,” he told him.

Michael and Sabrina nodded, “Okay,” they spoke in unison. “And of course, we will talk to Micah,”

Why they acting like we’re both not adults? Micah thought as he sat there, listening as Kelia and her parents left the house, hearing his front door shut.

He bit down on his lip even harder, dreading being alone with his parents. He felt tears threatening to fall from his eyes, for he knew what was coming.

SLAP! Micah felt his mother’s hand go across his face. He clenched down on his jaw. “What the fuck did we tell you, Micah?” she seethed. “To be careful with her. Do-do we have to repeat who her parents are?” she told him.

“Sabrina,” Michael Sr crossed his arms. “It takes two,” he held up two fingers.

“I don’t give a damn! That’s what condoms are for! You were to marry her first–if you knew she was pregnant, why didn’t you fuckin’ propose, Micah?” Sabrina scoffed, knowing that they could lose them as investors.

“Sabrina, stop,” Michael pulled her back from yelling in Micah’s face. “We don’t need them anyway–Micah will make it pro–”

“We don’t fucking know that–he’s not his brother,” Sabrina scoffed as she looked down at him, folding her arms.

There goes the comparisons again. Micah thought as he just stared at the plate in front of him.

It was no use in defending himself. “Sabrina–”

“Get out. Go back to your dorm. We will discuss further what to do with this,” Sabrina told Micah who never gave either of his parents eye contact.

He just stood from his seat, pushing himself up with his hands, then he grabbed his backpack and keys before leaving through the front door without saying a word.

•••

Jeremiah had in fact invited a woman over, and he was currently on the couch, getting head with his hands behind his back. “Damn, baby,” he chuckled, biting down on his lip, putting his hand in her wig, gripping a handful as he started to guide her head up and down his dick. “Fuck,” he moaned, feeling his eyes roll to the back of his head. “Wait-luh mama,” he chuckled, feeling her lick over his balls and further down.

“Oh,” he accidentally let out another moan, feeling her tongue go a little close to his hole.

“Hell nah,” he pulled her head up back by her hair, grabbing his dick and slapping her face with it. “Stuff et dick back in yo mouf, bitch,”he spoke in a low, casual tone as he tapped her cheek with his hands a few times.

She just giggled, “Yes, daddy,” she smiled, moving his hand from around his dick, taking over and stuffing his whole length back into her mouth as she kept eye contact with him.

“Oh, sh-shit,” he moaned, throwing his head back onto the back of the couch. “Jus’ like et, baby, mmm,” Jeremiah bit down on his lip, feeling her mouth get wetter when the tip of his dick hit the back of her throat.

“My day jus’ keep gettin’ worse,” Micah smacked his lips, averting his eyes at the sight. He felt his chest get a bit tight, about to leave bout out.

“OH, shit,” Jeremiah pulled the girl off of him. “Go-go ta my room, shawty. Sorry, Micah,” he stood up, chuckling. “I thought you was rey be out all night,” he stood up, fixing himself.

Micah just scoffed as he sighed, walking fully into their dorm. “Dirty ass nigga gettin’ head on the couch we gotta share,” he smacked his lips, walking past him

Jeremiah just laughed, grabbing Micah’s arm with a smile, but it dropped when he saw Micah’s face slightly bruised. “Who da fuck did es?’ he asked him, grabbing his chin to inspect his face further.

“Iss nothin–fuck offa me,” Micah swatted his hand away, but Jeremiah rolled his eyes.

“Answa my mufuckin’ question,” Jeremiah cornered him between the wall next to Micah’s door.

“Yo bitch waitin’ fa you ta continue suckin’ dirty dick,” Micah pointed to his room.

Jeremiah just smirked and shook his head, “Hurd,” he chuckled to himself, keeping his thoughts to himself.

You wasn’t saying the dick was dirty when you was begging for multiple rounds.

But he didn’t voice that, he just went to his room while Micah went to his, getting inside his bed, looking at the ceiling.

He had one feeling on his mind–fear.

Fear of his parents, of his relationship, of himself. He feared the way Jeremiah could just turn him on like that. He feared the split-second thought that crossed his mind where he imagined that it was him on his knees for Jeremiah.

With all the stress on his mind, his hand just instinctually slipped into his pants as he started to slowly stroke himself. “Fuck,” he groaned low.

He bit down on his lip, using both hands to pump his dick as he started to thrust up into his hands. “Oh, shit,” he groaned again, his eyes closing as his other hand moved past his dick down in between his ass cheeks. Micah took a finger, gently grazing it over his hole, feeling his body shudder at the feeling.

Micah’s hands continued to circle around his dick, feeling precum spill out while he started to slowly rim himself. He felt his orgasm approach even sooner with the dual feeling. “Sh-shit,” he rubbed over his entrance even faster, pumping his dick even quicker.

Not to long after, he felt his hand being coated in his cum that slowly oozed out of his tip.

His chest heaved up and down as he stared at the ceiling–his confusion only grew.

“I gotta get the fuck outta hur, or imma be in trouble,”

•••

a week later

Currently, the library is being filled with students from all majors, all over the university.

It was time for the annual, student-held debate between two of the nominees for homecoming king: Micah Parks and Jeremiah Kentwood.

There were posters even made with the two. Their faces were edited on it as if it was a pay-per-view boxing match.

“I think this is so stupid, and they do it every year,” Kelia spoke to her friend Alana as they entered the library that was already filled.

“Kelia!” James called over to her. She looked his way, raising a brow. “C’mon, this way—Micah wants you ta go out thur wit him,” he dragged her along. “Notchu, ma—wait out hur,” he chuckled, referring to Alana.

Alana scoffed, looking at Kelia who make a yikes face. “Sorry, Lana—wait for me, okay?” she told her, then turned her attention back to James.

Alana just stared at the two, feeling slighted by the action, but she just scoffed and went to go mingle with the rest of the students in the packed library.

“Congratulations, by the way,” James told Kelia as he escorted her to the room where Micah and a couple of his friends were. They were waiting, for the two would walk into the library at the same time.

Micah and Kelia had revealed her pregnancy on social media a few days ago. Of course, the new traveled across the school.

Their parents had a meeting with Michael Jr’s PR manager, and they came up with a plan to use her pregnancy as an advantage by advertising them as a perfect family model.

Wife, husband, and baby.

Wife with rich and affluent parents as well as a good career. Husband who went to play professional basketball, and a beautiful baby boy or girl to accompany them.

The perfect family just like their mothers and fathers before them.

Which meant, Micah had to propose soon—very soon.

“Thank you, James,” Kelia smiled up at him.

“Of course,” he smiled back at her and then opened the door to the room.

Kelia smiled when she saw Micah, running over to him. He gave her a small smirk as he bent down to hug her, “Wassup, baby,” he kissed her cheek, then quickly pecked her lips.

“Hey, baby,” she kissed his lips again. “So, what do I have to do?”

Micah shook his head, “Jus’ stand by me n look pretty. You can do et, Ma?” he asked, and she smiled, blushing a bit more at the pet name, for she was actually going to be a mother.

“Of course, baby,” Kelia smiled.

“Aight, Chase rey introduce y’all,” Taylor came into the room. He dapped Micah up and gave a nod to Keia. “Congrats, luh mama,”

“Thank you,” she smiled at him.

Meanwhile, in the library, Chase stood in between the two podiums. He clapped his hands a few times, “AYE!” he yelled, gaining everyone’s attention. “Welcome, ta the annual debate between our two beloved basketball players of Louisville University!” he called out. “Y’all know how it go! Jeremiah and Micah will come out here, give their opening speeches, then we will pass around a microphone ta the crowd fa questions—any questions?” Chase chuckled.

Nobody raised their hand, “Coo,” he clapped. “NOW, WELCOME ’00’ and ’01’ JEREMIAH AND MICAH FOR THE FOURTH ANNUAL LU DEBATE!” he clapped, then the two boys came out of opposite doors, across from one another.

Micah came out, hand in hand with Kelia, putting on his best smile although his mind had been racing for the past few days.

His mind was filled with the family dinner, the one where they basically forced him to marry her, the thoughts of the fact that he was not ready to be a father.

The ones about him.

They were mostly about him.

Micah didn’t know how to stop that.

On the other side, Jeremiah felt his chest tightening when he saw Micah and Kelia walking hand in hand—the way she had her hand over her stomach, rubbing it.

Bitch ain’t even that pregnant… He thought as they approached their separate podiums.

“Wassup, y’all,” Micah waved to the crowd. “Today rey be our best,” he got close to the microphone, grabbing it. “… debate yet, whatchu thankin’, Miah?” he glanced over to him, seeing Jeremiah already looking at him, his eyes zoned in onto where Kelia’s hand rested on her stomach.

Jeremiah quickly snapped out of his trance, focusing back in on the crowd in front of him. “Fuck, yeah,” he chuckled, making the crowd go wild. “Anyways, y’all ready see me thrash es nigga?” he pointed to Micah, making him scoff with a smile and shake his head.

“Bitch, please,” Micah scoffed in the Micah, laughing.

He had to admit. Homecoming season was always fun with Jeremiah.

“Y’all ready ta see me beat da breaks off es nigga at Homecoming?” Micah asked, chuckling, hearing the people who were supporting him go crazy and Jeremiah’s supporters playfully booing. “Fuck y’all,” Micah laughed, flicking off his booers, causing them to laugh, for some of them were his teammates.

“Aight–settle down!” Chase stood in between the two. “We boutta start the intro speeches. Who goin’ first?” he looked between the two.

“Let Woody Kent go,” Micah teased, using Jeremiah’s rapper name.

Jeremiah just chuckled, biting down on his lip. “Ian no bitch. Es coo’,” he nodded, grabbing the microphone from Chase. “Students. If youn already know,” he walked towards the crowd.

“Nobody knows,” Micah whispered in the podium microphone, gaining some small chuckles from the other students.

“My name is Jeremiah Kentwood, AKA Woody Kent, go stream my mixtape KentVille on all platforms,” he plugged himself, hearing a few people in the crowd cheer, for they were big fans of Jeremiah’s music.

He smiled at the crowd, “I am one of the star players of the LU basketball team. I feel like I can say et bein’ that a nigga won most–valuable-player, twice in a row my sophomore and junior yurs. Tryna make it three es yur,” he smirked, making Micah scoff.

The cheers lowered and he continued, “If you also don’t know, I am a physical therapy major–one of my life goals is ta help people,” he spoke and people clapped for his answer. “And when I make pro, my goal is to further the sport, bring honor ta our great university,” that one gained applause from some of the staff that had been in attendance of their debate. “Finally, my goal is to bring honor ta myself,” he put his hand on his chest. “By helpin’ people which is why I challenge Micah,” he pointed to him. “Ta a one V one with Micah week befa homecomin’, raisin’ money fa our local homeless shelta,” he finished, walking back to his podium, hearing everyone in the library cheer and scream.

Micah raised a brow, feeling his chest becoming a bit tight.

Fuck. He thought to himself.

Jeremiah’s idea might have been enough to cause Micah to lose to him.

He felt Kelia squeeze his hand and pull him down, so she could kiss his cheek. “You got this, baby,” she told him, and Micah nodded, taking a breath before he stood back upright to take the microphone from Chase.

Micah walked to the middle of the podiums, getting close to the students. He then looked to the camera that was recording them, “I accept,” he smiled.

The room then erupted into cheers, and Micah shook his head, moving his hand up and down, “Calm down everybody–Ian even finish. I gotta counter-offer,” he told him. “Loser has ta donate two thousand dollars, and loser has ta wear whatever the winner chooses on homecomin’,” he looked back at Jeremiah who’s just winked at him quickly, making Micah quickly look away before he felt his face become hot.

Nigga tryna throw me off my game. He shook the thoughts from his head, looking back at the crowd.

“I accept,” Jeremiah spoke into the microphone. “Make it fo–rich boy,” he trolled, making some people laugh.

“Anyways… hello, y’all. My name is Micah Parks–yes, Parks. Little brother of Michael Parks Junior, but es the thang. I’m rey be betta than him,” he looked into the camera, winking. “I’m rey be the best–at everythang. If you can see,” he looked back at Kelia. “My lady gotta bun inna oven,” he smiled.

Micah did feel some happiness–he just felt like he wasn’t ready.

“And I hope issa boy, so I can make the next Jordan,” he spoke, gaining some roars from some of the people in the crowd. “But if it is a girl, she rey be Gabby Douglas,” he spoke, gaining more claps from the women in the crowd. “And their name is gonna be on plaques and medals in this school–Louisville University, the best university,” he emphasized, knowing it would get a good reaction from the crowd. “Just like me, my father, and his father too,” Micah finished, clapping, hearing the crowd go crazy.

“Well, shit,” Chase clapped, grabbing the microphone back. He clapped with it in his hands for a bit. “How everyone feel about that?” he asked.

About ten minutes went by of Micah and Jeremiah answering questions, and going back and forth, “So, I gotta question fa Micah,” he saw a hand being raised. It looked like someone familiar.

He looked over to Jeremiah, seeing him laughing at the figure, then he looked back, “Dreya?” he smacked his lips, recognizing Jeremiah’s long-time best friend.

Es bitch rey troll. I already know. She don’t even go hur…

“Yup, es me,” she grabbed the microphone from Chase. “If… my nigga Miah won MVP two times inna row these past few yurs, what makes you thank you rey win es one V one?” she asked, hearing a bunch of “Ooos” in the crowd.

Micah just laughed, “Well, if you see this seasons stats, Andreya,” he spoke her real name, making the crowd laugh, and Jeremiah just covered his mouth, knowing she was about to call him, so she could cuss Micah out later. “You would know that I, Micah Parks, am on track ta earn the title of MVP…” he finished, hearing people clap for him.

Dreya just nodded, handing Chase the microphone back. “Who’s next?”

James grabbed the microphone, “One fa Jeremiah,” he looked at him. “You comin’ solo dolo ta homecomin’ again es yur?” he asked.

“He ‘ont get no hoes, James,” Micah whispered into the microphone.

Jeremiah just smiled, leaning down, “I actually get so many that issa fight on who ta take, so I jus’ come alone,” he smiled towards, Micah, winking at him. “You should know et, Micah,” he added on to tease him a bit.

Micah almost felt his breath get sucked from his lungs. I will kill him. He thought to himself, feeling his heart start racing; he knew he had to look away for a second, for it was easy to tell when he was blushing, for how light his skin was.

“But, this yur–I plan on comin’ dolo again. I’m focusin’ on myself, n what I gotta give ta others right now before I settle down,” Jeremiah finished his answer to the question.

“Whatchu gotta give ta others?” Alana blurted from the crowd.

“Whateva you need, baby,” Jeremiah sent a wink and blew her a kiss.

Micah just stared at her with a blank expression, feeling a bit of irritation surge through him.

Et bitch is so fuckin’ thirsty. Micah thought with an annoyed expression on his face.

“Any last questions?” Chase asked the crowd.

“I got one,” everyone looked to the crowd, seeing it was Michael Jr–Micah’s brother. “I challenge the winna ta a one v one day before y’all homecomin’, n I tho in fo’ mo racks fa the shelta,” he offered.

Everyone started going crazy and focusing on Michael Jr which heated Micah up. Of course, he just had to come and steal the shine.

“Well, whatchall say?” Michael Jr asked.

“Hell n–”

“Yeah!” Jeremiah interrupted him, going over to Michael Jr and dapping him up. “Be prepared ta lose, my boy,” he told him, looking into his eyes.

Michael Jr schooled. “Es if you can get past luh bro first,” he dapped Jeremiah back up, gaining a big reaction from everyone in the room. “Aight, es all I came hur fa. I love you luh bro… congrats,” he let the word linger as he looked between Micah and Kelia, making Micah raise a brow.

It was the first time he even heard Michael Jr congratulate him since they made the announcement that Kelia was pregnant.

“Okay–Miss Linda lookin’ at us like time is gone, so we gotta wrap iss up,” Chase announced.

After everyone settled, Chase wrapped up the debate and everyone went their separate ways.

Micah immediately followed Jeremiah into the room he came from before the start of the debate. “Why the fuck you agree ta et nigga fa?” he pulled his arm. “Et nigga always tryna one up a mufucka. He’s already the mufuckin’ favorite,” he rambled. “Fuck—” he grabbed his head. “I’m already dealin’ wit too much. Es baby—now I gotta—”

“Micah!” he felt his arms being gripped. “Relax,” Jeremiah told him. “This is good fa us, aight. Look–” he sighed. “Think about whatchu said out thur today. You rey be betta than et nigga,” he told him, looking into his eyes. “Rememba allet big shit you was jus’ talkin’ about beatin’ me? Beat me then,” he told him, and Micah just was in a trance as he took in Jeremiah’s words. “Then go beat et nigga, n be betta. Become the star yo mama n daddy never dreamed you would be–prove allem niggas wrong,”

Jeremiah was then caught off guard when Micah leaned in and kissed him. Jeremiah wrapped his hands around his waist immediately, slipping his tongue inside. They kissed for a split second, then Micah pushed him off, shaking his head. “Nah, et was a mistake,” he spoke, making Jeremiah’s chest tight by his words.

But… Jeremiah nodded. This nigga rey be a daddy… he thought which only made his chest even tighter. “Okay, my bad,”

“Nah, et was my bad. I’m tweakin’… but thank you, Jeremiah,” Micah nodded. “I appreciate your words,”

As the were talking, in the background, James could be seen peeking through the crack in the door.

His suspicions were confirmed. James peeped when they brought Micah home. The way the two were acting, the hickies on Micah’s neck.

He knew it was more to them.

James just closed the door behind himself. “Where’s Micah?” he heard Kelia’s voice.

“Um,” he turned around. “He got dragged away by Taylor and Chase–they went ta the student area,” he pointed.

She nodded, “Thanks,” she gave him a quick hug, then exited the library. James followed after her but headed somewhere else instead.

Soon after, Micah and Jeremiah exited the room. “You good, Micah. Iss no problem,” he told him. “I’m rey be at the gym, so you might have the dorm ta yaself for a minute–go spend some time witcha BM,” he told him.

Micah nodded, “I’a see you later,”

Jeremiah nodded, “Aight,”

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later that night

Jeremiah stood in the middle of the basketball court, practicing shooting some three-pointers. “Anotha one,” he chuckled to himself after scoring, going to grab the ball and shoot it again. “Anotha one,” he shot it again, watching as it fell through the hoop.

After practicing by himself for a few more minutes, he headed to the locker room to take a shower, then head back to his dorm.

He went to his locker, hurried, and started stripping his clothes, then put on his shower shoes, heading to one of the showers.

Jeremiah quickly washed himself, then stepped out of the shower to wrap a towel around himself.

He sighed, going over to sit on the bench while he lotioned his body since nobody was there.

Once he stood up, he headed back to his locker, almost jumping when he saw James standing there, seemingly waiting for him. “Da fuck you doin’ hur?” he chuckled, holding his hand out to dap James up.

“Nun,” he dapped him back up, moving over from his locker. “I just seen you was in the gym by yaself earliah, but by the time I came innes mufucka, you was already in hur,” James spoke.

“Hmm,” Jeremiah spoke, feeling James eyes still on him. He then turned to face him after getting out of his clothes. “So, whatchu want?” he raised a brow.

James smirked as he pushed Jeremiah back against the locker. He then slowly lowered himself to his knees in front of Jeremiah, causing his eyes to widen.

“James,” he spoke in a breath as James silently pulled the towel from around his waist. “Whatchu doin’?” Jeremiah bit down on his lip.

He just looked down at him, seeing that him and Micah had some similarities in looks. “I’m jus’… havin’ a luh fun,” James smirked, grabbing the base of Jeremiah’s dick, looking up into his eyes as he rubbed his lips across his length, making Jeremiah shudder at the feeling.

James then stuck his tongue out, tapping Jeremiah’s tip on his tongue, “Shit,” Jeremiah breathed. “Go crazy den,” Jeremiah spoke without thought.

He was shocked, but with his new discovery of liking men–or just Micah, he didn’t know, he might as well experiment.

“Bet,” James smirked before he wrapped his plump lips around the tip of his dick, teasing it a bit as he created a suction around it. He took Jeremiah in about halfway before he looked back up at him, starting to bob his head up and down, skillfully.

“Oh, shit,” Jeremiah’s mouth dropped open. Es nigga good at this. Jeremiah thought while James played with his balls, gaining some moans from Jeremiah.

He stuck his tongue out, flattening it and letting go of Jeremiah’s dick, sp he could take more of him into his throat. James gagged a bit, “Fuck, nigga,” Jeremiah grabbed his head, beginning to roll his hips.

James allowed Jeremiah to fuck his face a bit before he took back over when he felt Jeremiah’s dick starting to throb.

He pushed his hands out of the way as he started to deepthroat him with no hands, “Oh-Oh, fuck, nigga. You-you crazy,” Jeremiah chuckled, biting down on his lip and holding down on his head. “You rey make me nut,” he breathed, trying to pull his dick out, but James only continued sucking him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jeremiah stuttered, feeling his dick continuously throbbing. “I-I’m nuttin’,” his speech stuttered as he came.

James only continued sucking him through his nut, “Es jus’ a taste,” he spoke, licking over his lips, standing up and pecking his lips before he left the locker room.

“What the fuck?” Jeremiah asked himself, breathing heavily.

“What the fuck?”

To be continued…

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