Chapter 2

FALL 2019

Lost in thought, Micah sat at the edge of his bed with boxes surrounding him. He just stared at the wall-looking at the picture of him as a child hanging on his wall.

It was a picture of him biting a metal that he had won at the time his mother let him enroll in a camp that featured an art contest.

He won gold.

Micah just stared at the picture, wishing he could return to that moment-not even that moment, just the feeling.

He missed the feeling.

“Micah!” his mother called his name, but her words failed to reach his ears in time before she called his name again. “Micah!”

Micah jumped out of his frozen state of mind, standing to his feet, “Yeah, ma!” he yelled back, running out of his room and heading down the stairs.

He found her in the kitchen with his father, and his smile dropped. “Yes?” he asked.

“Are you finished packin’, Micah?” his father, Michael, asked with his arms folded. “I want ta get you to the campus and see who your new roommate Carter picked, he won’t tell me,” he scoffed, referring to Micah’s basketball coach.

“Ion even know, Dad,” Micah shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, let’s start loading the truck. Your father has to work in a few, so let’s get goin’,” Micah’s mother, Sabrina stepped in to say.

Michael kept his gaze focused on his mother as he nodded, “Okay,” he said, feeling his father burn a hole in his face with his stern gaze.

•••

The three arrived at the campus, heading to the dorms for the athletes. Michael parked outside of Micah’s assigned building. Once parked, he looked to the backseat at his son. “Me n ya mama are gonna talk to the president-why don’t you check on your girlfriend, then start unpacking the car,” he told him.

Micah nodded quickly, happy to get away from

his parents.

In simple terms, they were suffocating in more aspects than one.

“Aight,” Micah nodded as he exited the car. He quickly ran into the building, looking back at the car, then to the building. He sighed, heading to the elevator, and looking through his texts to find his girlfriend’s dorm room number.

Lia🩷

>baby you here you?

we bout 20 away<

>okay

im here baby lemme know yo dorm # my parents rey speak with the dean<

>206

betty im on the way sexy<

>cant wait to see you daddy

Micah smiled and hearted the last text message she sent before he pressed the up button on the elevator.

He was still looking at his phone when he bumped into someone, “my bad-” he paused when he saw who was in the elevator with him with all his stuff. “Jeremiah,” he smacked his lips, making Jeremiah chuckle.

“Fuck is up, Micah?” he teased.

Jeremiah and Micah have been rivals since their freshman year of high school.

Jeremiah came from not much-he’s the only son of a single father. He ended up in foster care for the first ten years of his life until his father came home from prison for a gun charge.

When he came out, his father got his life together, got his son back, and worked to make sure he could take care of him properly. Jeremiah ended up applying to one of the best high schools in the state of Kentucky that almost guaranteed college.

On the other hand, Micah came from a pretty decent background with his parents moving him to the suburbs when he was in middle school to afford him and his siblings a better life.

Which worked out when his older brother made it to the NBA, setting high expectations for Micah.

The two were friends at first but became rivals when they both were interested in the same girl.

She was a sophomore and the junior captain of the cheerleading squad. The two boys were junior varsity players who both tried their luck, almost competing for the girl.

Their rivalry only continued with them being interested in the same things, like basketball. Who could get varsity first? Who could get scouted to college first? Who could get the most money from college scholarships? Who could get the most girls? Who could have the most sex?

The rivalry lasted even after the girl ended up with neither of the two.

They became known for competing against each other. They were known around the school as rivals. and their mutual friends would set up stuff for them to compete.

Such as races on field day, or who could get the most numbers at a party.

Their rivalry even went into their college lives, up into the current year-their senior year.

They competed for homecoming king each year with Jeremiah winning sophomore year, and Micah winning both freshman and junior year. They even went as far as playfully campaigning and having debates each year to garner votes.

The two competed for track, the highest grades, and the two even entered the school’s modeling agency that came to be their junior year.

Needless to say, they were pretty much enemies. “Yo uglass face is up, nigga,” Micah spat back. Jeremiah just laughed.

“You still a hatin’ ass nigga, Micah,” Jeremiah cackled as Micah pressed the number two button to go to the second floor. “Third floor, please,” he spoke.

Micah just kept facing forward, not moving. “Third floor, please,” he got close to Micah.

“Nigga back yo ass up,” Micah scoffed as the elevator reached the second floor. “Now I’m rey go see my bitch, lame ass nigga,” he walked out of the dorm, giving Jeremiah double middle fingers.

Jeremiah just scoffed and nodded his head, “I bet, fruity ass nigga,” he laughed as the door closed, and Micah’s mouth dropped.

He frowned as he rolled his eyes, and then walked away. “I swur if I’m roommates wit et nigga,” he huffed to himself, walking towards his girlfriend’s room.

Once he arrived, he knocked on the door, “Baby, I’m hur,” he yelled through the door.

Opening the door, Kelia eyes him up and down, “Why are you yelling, Micah?” she blinked, pulling him through the door.

“Sorry, baby,” he giggled, making her smile as he stepped inside and leaned forward to kiss her on the cheek.

“It’s fine-I expect you to be actin’ like a fool,” Kelia laughed as she grabbed his face and turned it to kiss him on the lips. “I miss you, Micah,”

“Iss only been like a few days, baby girl,” Micah laughed as he stood up and started looking around her place. “Iss nice as a mufucka in hur,” he spoke as he looked around.

Kelia just folded her arms as she followed behind him. “Great way of sayin’ you don’t miss me,”

Micah smacked his lips, “Women are so damn dramatic,” he shook his head, going to her kitchen and grabbing a Gatorade. “You roomie hur?” he asked.

“Nah, she texted me, saying she would be here tomorrow,”

Nodding, Micah started heading to the open door that revealed her room. “Good, et mean I can get some pussy-not like I woulda gave a fuck if she was hur n e ways,” he bit down on his lip.

Kelia blushed and waved him off as she walked inside her room, gasping when she felt Micah slap and grab her ass. “So you miss this pussy and not me?” she turned to him, putting her arms around his shoulders.

Micah chuckled and shrugged, “You said it, ma,” he trolled her, making her scoff.

“You know what-get out,” she pulled off of him, making him crack up laughing. “Nope, fuck you, Micah,”

•••

“I-I love you, Micah,” Kelia moaned out as Micah pinned her hands to her back, slowly filling her up as she laid on her stomach with him hovering over top of her.

“You luh me or es dick, mama?” he whispered in her ear, sucking on it, moaning in her ear from the feeling of how wet she was, and how her pussy squeezed his dick every time he pulled out of her.

“Fuck, Micaaah,” she let out a dragged-out moan.

Micah then started to speed up his pace, “Baby, I-I love you,” she grunted out, feeling herself get wetter with each stroke. “Oh, fuck, Micah,” she moaned.

“So youn love es dick, baby?” he asked, his moans increasing as the speed of his hips increased. He felt his dick throbbing from all the noises they made, especially her pretty and soft moans.

Kelia bit down on her lip as she unintentionally clenched around him. His legs began to shake a bit, and she let out a louder moan when Micah gave her an aggressive stroke, “I asked you a question, ma,” he spoke in her ear.

He then wrapped his hand around her neck from behind, pulling her head towards him as he held himself up with one hand, continuing to give her quick and aggressive strokes. “B-Baby, y-yo-you know I love you and your dick, Micah,” she choked out in a raspy voice.

She felt her stomach tighten as she started to cum, “Micah,” she cried out.

“Let it out, baby-fuck,” he moaned as he kissed all over her face, then pulled out of her to go sit against the headboard. “You gon’ take ova fa me, ma?” he asked, leaning forward to smack her ass a few times, making her throb and jump.

“Yes, daddy,” she said softly, lifting her body up. She then smirked as she climbed onto his hips and looked down into his eyes. “You gon’ sit still like a good boy?” she asked him as she grabbed his dick, aligning it back with her entrance.

Micah bit down on his lip as he ran his hands up and down her soft skin, his mouth dropping open as she started to sink down onto him. “Don’t hold back from me, baby,” she breathed as she sat fully on him. “I love hearing you moan,”

“Baby, ahh-shit,” Micah let out his moans, then bit his lip as she started to bounce up and down on him. “I love da way et pussy feel,” he kissed her chest over and over then put her nipple in his mouth while he groped her breast, moaning as she rode him.

“Baby,” Kelia panted, feeling the pleasure grow inside of her as she slid up and down his dick. “Fuck, you feel so good inside of me,”

“Mmph,” Micah moaned, pulling off her nipple. His dick continuously throbbed, for he loved when Kelia took control. It was so sexy to him.

He loved a girl who was sweet outside but dominant in the bedroom.

“Yo pussy feel so good, girl,” he repeatedly smacked her ass, making her let out more moans as she sped up the pace at which she bounced on top of him. “Fuck, I’m rey nut,” he breathed, feeling his dick pulsing inside of her.

Kelia sighed, feeling her legs shake as she was unable to get up in time before Micah bucked his hips up, biting down hard on his lip as he started to cum. “Sh-shit, baby,” he huffed, facepalming himself. “Imma cash app you fifty fa a plan b,”

Kelia only rolled her eyes, mushing his face as she got off of him, “Shower with me,” she winked at him, watching as he laughed, hopping up off the bed to run and go into the shower with her.

•••

After the quick shower, the two lay in Kelia’s bed with Micah lying in a towel naked since he didn’t have any clothes to change into. He’d just put his clothes back on when he left her dorm.

“So, you excited ta graduate, finally?” he asked, looking over at her. “Excited ta be the girlfriend of a futcha pro ball playa?” he chuckled.

Kelia smacked her lips, “Let me stop playin’, I’m excited,” she chuckled, snuggling up into him. She then lay there for a moment as her mind wandered off… “I gotta question, Micah,” she spoke aloud.

“Wassup, baby?” he asked, rubbing her arm.

“I-… how… how would you feel if… I didn’t take a plan b?” she asked him.

Micah raised a brow, “Huh?” he asked, looking over to her. “Whatchu mean?”

Kelia bit down on her lip. She has been thinking for a while how much she wanted to have a kid of her own… with Micah… “So you don’t think it’s the perfect time? I mean, baby-we’re almost done with school, and it’s almost certain you’re going pro. I can jus’ sit in our apartment with the baby,”

Blinking, Micah stared at her in confusion. The fuck is she on about? That’s what he wanted to say, but the smile on her face told him to say something else.

“Baby,” he sighed and grabbed her hands. “Youn think we a luh too young…”

“No,” she shook her head. “Both of our parents had us even younger,” Kelia countered his argument.

I don’t want to have no fucking kid.

“I think we too young-can-can we jus’ focus on us n graduatin’ firs’, baby girl?” he kissed her hands.

Kelia just scoffed and snatched them away. “Baby-” Micah pleaded, then the two were both caught off guard when his phone rang. He quickly declined it, and Kelia scoffed again, her eyes widening.

“Who the fuck was that?” she asked, crossing her arms.

“Kelia-”

“No, Micah,” she got up to try and grab his phone, but he pulled her back. “Oh, so, a bitch is why youn wanna have my baby, Micah? HUH?” she started to yell.

“Baby iss nuthin’ like et-you trippin’,” he shook his head. “I declined it cuz we talkin’,”

“So why can’t I see yo phone?”

“Why do you need to?” he asked still holding on tightly to him, but she pushed him hard off of her.

“Get the fuck off of me-cheatin’ ass nigga!” she yelled.

“Huh?!” he stood up, yelling. “How da fuck-you keep bringin’ up old ass shit. You fuckin’ forgave me, how you gon’-you know what, I’m rey leave n go ta my new room. I’a letchu cool off,” Micah started putting on his clothes.

Kelia just scoffed, “I don’t give a fuck, bye,” she waved him off. “Go be with that bitch that’s making you not want to have my baby,”

Micah just ignored her, slamming her bedroom door on his way out.

Once he was out of her dorm completely, he pulled out his phone and cashapped her fifty dollars as he told her, to get a plan b.

“Fuck is she on today? Mus’ be about ta get ha period or sum,” he scoffed to himself before he saw that he had another text message from his friend Taylor, telling him to meet in his room.

Taylor

Betty<

“Awl hell nah!” Micah yelled as he walked into his new dorm room for the year. His eyes furrowed when he already saw the familiar jersey number, 01, lying out on the couch. “Fuck no,” he shook his head.

“Who’s in es mufucka, Mike-Oh-Oh, shit,” Taylor chuckled when he walked in with Micah, eyeing the jersey.

Micah just glared and punched the air. “Nah, I’m rey talk ta coach or sum. Iss’ shit can’t be,” he scoffed as Taylor laughed at the situation. “Fuck you, Taylor,” he put him in a headlock, and the two friends started wrestling, knocking the couch out of place, causing the red and white jersey to fall to the floor.

“Fuck put my shit onna floor?” a deep voice was heard, causing the two to whip their heads towards the sound.

Micah just clenched his jaw and his fist as he watched the city-famous, brown skin, with the dreadlocks. “Jeremiah,” he damn near growled. “Why da fuck would they eva pair me wit es nigga?” Micah scoffed, crossing his arms and turning his hat backward as he glared at Jeremiah.

Jeremiah just blinked, shaking his head. “Ta be honest, I agree wit et mufuckin’ statement. I hate you, nigga,” he spat back at Micah. “N fuck you too, Taylor,”

“Fuck, I do?” Taylor smacked his lips.

“You associated wit et bitch ass nigga,” Jeremiah pointed to Micah as he got close to him and Micah just smirked, waiting for Jeremiah to get close enough, so he could have a reason to swing on him. “Nah, you mus’ be my roommate, Tay,” he shook his head.

Micah just laughed as he kept his arms crossed. “Me n you bof wish es goofy nigga was yo roommate,” swatting Jeremiah’s jersey back onto the floor, making Jeremiah’s mouth drop wide open as Micah smirked.

“Imma kill you, bitch,” Jeremiah gritted his teeth as he darted across the room to chase Micah.

“Oh, shit,” Micah laughed as he ran out of the room, pulling Taylor with him, shutting the door behind the two. “Et nigga pissy!” he laughed as they ran down the hallway.

“You know you still gotta live wit es nigga, Mikey,” Taylor chuckled as he ran with Micah down the hallway.

“Don’t worry about it, Micah! You gotta come back, bitch!” Jeremiah yelled down the hallway, and Micah stopped, turning around to flick him off.

Taylor just shook his head. “Et nigga gon’ beat yo ass,” he looked at Micah who just looked back at him and shrugged.

“Iss fun fuckin’ wit et nigga,” he giggled, wrapping his arm around Taylor. “C’mon, nigga,”

•••

a little later

“I hurd you wanted ta meet me, Coach?” Micah asked, pushing the door open to the office of his basketball coach.

His eyes widened a bit, and he scoffed when he saw Jeremiah sitting at one of the two chairs that sat in front of the desk. “No disrespect, sir, but why I’m hur wit him? I thought you was seein’ me alone?” he asked.

“Just sit down and come in, boy,” Coach Carter told Micah, grabbing him and pulling him inside the room.

“Damn, youn hafta manhandle me like et, Coach,” Micah slightly pouted as he plopped into the chair next to Jeremiah who just laughed at him getting scolded.

“Coach, I do wonda why we bof hur togetha too,” Jeremiah spoke up as Coach Carter closed the door and went to sit behind his desk.

“Boffa you jus’ shut your traps,” Coach Carter told them both. “I jus’ want ta talk ta you two about your futures as basketball players…” he started, going into a long conversation with the boys.

The two were star players. They were both extremely talented in their positions, and both had the potential to go pro.

“I put you two in the same rooms because it’s time to put this petty beef up. It’s your senior year, and you two are on the same team.”

Micah just sighed, but nodded, not wanting Coach Carter to call his parents and tell on him. “I hur you coach. Imma keep it copacetic wit da nigga,” he told Coach who just glared at him for saying the N-word. “Sorry, Coach,” Jeremiah just laughed but shut up when Coach glared at him too.

“Coach. Honestly, Ion know how me n es nigga rey work,” Jeremiah spoke up, and Micah nodded in agreement. “Es nigga gon make me hit him one day,”

“Y’all betta figure it da hell out!” Coach Carter yelled at the two.

The two just sighed. Jeremiah knew he was more of the calm one, so he knew he wouldn’t be the one to be the cause of most of their problems.

Micah on the other hand was thinking how the presence of Jeremiah at the moment was irritating him, and he just wanted to put him in a headlock. “I hur you, Coach,” Jeremiah conceded and Micah just scoffed, folding his arms and fixing his hat.

The conversation continued as Coach Carter talked the two boy’s ears off before they were dismissed. “Finally,” Micah huffed as he walked out of the office, dapping up Taylor, who he told to meet him afterward.

Jeremiah only laughed as he playfully pushed Micah, then ran off, going into the locker room to evade him.

“You would go ina the locker room, gay ass nigga!” Micah chuckled as he yelled. “Imma get dat dumbass nigga back lata,” he shook his head, putting his arm around Taylor as they left the gym.

•••

later on

“Come on, boy,” Michael, Micah’s father, told him as they were gathering boxes out of the small Uhaul truck.

After talking to the dean, the two met him back at the dorm to check out his new roommate and set up the dorm.

Micah’s parents were alumni of the school. They held a certain reputation, and they wished and required that of their son. “Okay,” Micah sighed as he grabbed a box, loading the cart they had.

“Have you saw Kelia taday?” Sabrina, Micah’s mother asked him.

Micah shook his head no, “Yes, ma’am. I saw her afta y’all went and saw the dean,” he told her as they started heading into the building.

“Mkay. You better make sure you’re on your best behavior with this new co-ed dorm. “You better not lose her again, Micah” she warned him.

Micah just sighed again, recalling how freshman year, he and his longtime girlfriend Kelia broke up due to him cheating.

Kelia was his next-door neighbor. The two got together in middle school, and when his parents found out who her parents were, they strongly encouraged Micah to continue to pursue her.

The type that would mention how they thought Kelia and Micah would have the most amazing wedding, or the cutest babies, or how they would get them a house built right in the middle of their parents.

They were suffocating. In more than one aspect.

“I hur you, ma. Ian messed up since then. Me and Lia coo’,” Micah told her as they went up the elevator.

The three headed towards Micah’s dorm.

Once they entered, Micheal’s scowl only got deeper when he saw who Micah was rooming with.

“Oh, shit-Oh, Mr n Mrs Parks. Wassup?” Jeremiah greeted the two. “Welcome back, Micah,” he trolled, putting his arm around Micah. “You know me n ya son coo’ now?”

“No da fuck we ain’t-ow!” Micah yelped, feeling his mother pop him in the back of the head.

“Watch your mouth, boy-you too,” she pointed to Jeremiah, who just raised his hands in defense.

Micheal just continued to glare at Jeremiah as he walked around the dorm, eyeing Jeremiah’s stuff, scoffing to himself, knowing Coach Carter was up to it.

He wasn’t fond of Jeremiah for more reasons than he was his son’s biggest competition.

He also felt as if he was a bad influence, being as though Jeremiah was a city-famous rapper who talked and discussed vulgar topics in his music.

Micheal didn’t want the possibility of Micah getting influenced by that type of thing and ruining his reputation more than he already did with the incident with Kelia.

Micah was to play basketball, go pro, have a clean career, marry the pretty mixed girl, have children, and continue the perfect cycle.

He was to bring honor to their family as Micheal and his grandfather did. “You won’t have any random females in hur right?” Micheal asked Jeremiah, making Micah facepalm himself.

Although he didn’t fuck with Jeremiah, he didn’t want his parents to embarrass him by basically asking about his sex life.

Jeremiah just chuckled, knowing he was going to troll Micah later. “No, sir,” he obviously lied. “I don’t engage in promiscuous activities,” Jeremiah tried his best not to laugh as he looked Micheal in the eye.

“We need to go get the rest before curfew or sum,” Micah tried to divert the conversation.

Micheal and Sabrina both scoffed as they headed towards the door. “You stay up here and start unpacking,”

Micah nodded as he couldn’t wait for the two to exit.

As soon as they did, Jeremiah started to bust out laughing, “Bro, I see why you act like that now,” he laughed at Micah. “You psycho jus’ like dem,” he trolled.

“Bitch I’a fuck you up,” Micah darted across the room as Jeremiah laughed, jumping over the couch, laughing, and running out of the room.

Micah chased Jeremiah down the hallway, hopping into the elevator, and pressing the button, hoping it would close before Micah could get there, but unfortunately for Jeremiah, Micah pushed through right as it was starting to close. “Whur you thought you was going, hoe ass nigga,” the two started wrestling in the elevator.

As they reached the bottom floor, the door opened, and in front of it were Micheal and Sabrina, whose eyes widened, seeing their son being pinned to the elevator wall.

“Micah Anthony Parks!” Sabrina gasped as Jeremiah was yanked back from Micah.

“The fuck is goin’ on hur?” Micheal glared.

“Aye, I respect my eldas, but don’t put yo hands on me, Mr Parks,” Jeremiah scoffed as he stood to his feet. “Y’all know y’all son grown as hell right?” he scoffed as he walked past them, leaving Micah speechless.

He’s never seen someone talk to his father like that-let alone defend him in the process.

Micah just looked back and forth between his parents and Jeremiah who was now outside, dapping up one of his friends.

He whipped his head towards his father who caught his attention when he scoffed, “A disrespectful nigga. Imma talk ta Carter ’bout this room placement-” he then turned to Mica, walking close to him, looking at him eye to eye, “Listen, boy. You are ta keep your distance from him you understand me? I’m going to try and talk ta Carter-“

“Youn gotta do et,” Micah shook his head. He hated how his father was always trying to interfere. “I know how ta handle myself, Dad. I promise. I talked ta Coach. He set es up, and I jus’ want ta prove ta you n him that I can handle myself,”

Sabrina just smiled as she looked at her husband, nodding in approval. She walked up to Micah, putting her hand on his shoulder. “Let him prove himself, Micheal,” she smiled at her husband.

Micheal looked at Sabrina and then at Micah. He didn’t want to agree, but he looked into his son’s eyes, seeing the determination.

Plus, he knew of the two’s little rivalry, and he thought it probably would be a good thing since Micah wanted to prove himself to his father.

“Okay,” Micheal nodded and smirked at his son. “Make me proud, Micah,”

•••

Jeremiah walked into his dorm room high as hell. “Aye, I’a holla atchu,” he giggled as he dapped his friend Jordan up.

“Aight, brody, tell Micah I said wassup,” Jordan hollered through the door, catching Micah’s attention.

“Fuck et nigga,” Jeremiah chuckled, making Jordan laugh as Micah stood up and headed over to the door.

“Fuck you say, bitch?” Micah glared at Jeremiah, ready for an opportunity to swing on him finally.

Jeremiah just smirked and looked him in his eyes, “You hurd me, nigga,”

“Imma leave you two lova boys alone,” Jordan joked, making them both glare at him.

Jordan just laughed, shutting their door and running before the two would chase after him. “Imma fuck et nigga up,” Jeremiah smacked his lips.

He then turned to Micah who had his arms crossed as he frowned at Jeremiah. “How we rey do es?” Micah asked genuinely.

“Do what?” Jeremiah raised a brow.

“Live tagetha, nigga. We ‘on’t like each otha, Jeremiah, duh,” Micah blinked.

Jeremiah just rolled his eyes, “Nigga, I’m coolin’… It be yo ass,” he told him as he pointed towards him.

Micah just smacked his lips, “Fuck, no,” he shook his head. “I jus’ be reactin’ ta da hoe shit-like yo fuckin’ face-some bullshit fa me ta have ta look at every day, so I gotta say you look ugly as shit,” Micah nodded and shrugged as he put his hands in his pocket.

Shaking and head and trying not to contemplate homicide, Jeremiah just let him have that one as Micah just giggled at his own joke. “Anyways… fareal doe-we needa be coo’. Coach n my parents on my dick ’bout my reputation, so I guess I’m willin’ ta put our luh shit on pause,”

Jeremiah just scoffed, but he nodded, not even knowing the real problem Micah still had with him. It can’t be because of a girl all them years ago. They were seniors in college at this point. It had to be deeper than that, but he couldn’t figure out why.

“I hur you, Micah. You know long as youn fuck wit me, Ian rey fuck witchu,” Jeremiah held his hand out to dap him up.

Micah smirked, dapping Jeremiah up. “Coo’,” he spoke, wondering when their little truce would be broken… and by who. It was inevitable when it came to them.

They just couldn’t get along.

They were rivals after all.

•••

a month later

“Pass it ta me, Miah!” Micah yelled as he held his hands out to catch the basketball.

Jeremiah continued to dribble the ball, looking to eye the best play, since they were almost at time, and the other team was in the lead by two points.

Imma make this three-point. He thought to do this instead of passing it to Micah to ensure their victory, and so they wouldn’t have to go into overtime.

“JEREMIAH!” Micah yelled to him, seeing the clock almost run out. He looked towards the crowd, seeing his father and mother in the crowd watching his every move. “MIAH!” he almost pleaded with him, but Jeremiah paid him no mind.

He moved through the opposing team, dribbling the ball down the court outside of the court line. He picked up the ball, eyeing the basket, and threw the ball, closing his eyes, hoping that it would go in.

It was like time slowed down. Micah was pissed as he thought Jeremiah cost them the game. Jeremiah just breathed heavily, hoping that when he opened his eyes and when his ears allowed him to hear again, everyone would be cheering for him.

“YAYYYY!!!” The crowd screamed as all the players ran to pick Jeremiah up.

“You did it, bro!” Taylor yelled as they picked Jeremiah up. He had scored the three-pointer.

Micah just stood there on the court, happy that they won, but envious as he watched all his teammates pick up Jeremiah and show him all the love he felt like he should be receiving.

The whole game, Micah was dominating. He scored the most points, and made the best plays… and here Jeremiah goes making a play on his own and stealing his shine.

Micah felt as if it was purposeful.

As he was heading over to his team to not seem like a sore loser too much, he noticed his parents getting up from the stands and walking out.

He watched his mother shake her head as his father refused to even look his way.

Micah bit down on his lip as he felt his chest tighten, and his eyes glossed slightly.

He was used to this behavior from his parents, but it still hurt him every single time.

Micah just sighed as he walked past the crowd. Jeremiah noticed him being on top of everyone. He saw Micah leave, heading into the locker room.

As he was put down, he started hearing chatter of people asking where Micah was, “I don’t know,” Jeremiah shrugged, figuring it was something to do with how weird he thought his parents were.

He’s noticed it since they were kids.

In the locker room, Micah just sat on the bench sighing as he heard all the noise and chatter from outside.

He then felt his phone ring in his pocket after he pulled it from his locker. It was his father of course.

Of course, he had such little respect for Micah that he rather call him to talk shit than say it to his face.

That’s how Micah felt.

“Yeah, Dad?” he huffed.

“You know my feedback-number one,”

“But dad-I-I scored the most points in the game. You saw et,” Micah pleaded.

“Is it enough?” Micheal yelled. “Do you want ta be successful? HUH? Do you want ta be able to bring honor, pride, and wealth ta your family?”

Micah sighed. “You know es all I want, Dad. Come on. I tried ta make the best play, but I can’t control otha people…”

“That just means you need to work harder. You want him ta get those recruits’ attention ova you? Be better than him… Be number one. I won’t accept anything less than, Micah. You understand me, boy?” he asked with his volume raised.

Micah nodded although Micheal couldn’t see him. “Yes, sir,”

“Good,” Micheal spoke, then promptly hung up the phone.

Feeling his heartache, Micah just shook his head, trying to stop the tears from burning his eyes, attempting to escape.

“Micah!” he jumped, hearing his name. He hurried to wipe his eyes, hearing his teammates pour into the locker room. “You good, bro! We won!” Jordan jumped up and down as Jeremiah walked in too. “My nigga scored et three,” he put his arm around Jeremiah.

“Yeah…” Micah smiled as he and Jeremiah made awkward eye contact. “So wuss da move,” he quickly looked to Jordan.

“Well, my nigga gotta big performance tanight. You comin’?” Jordan asked with a smile.

Micah felt his chest get even tighter, thinking how of course, they just had to go to something that had to do with him once again.

“Nah, I’m rey kick it wit Kelia,” Micah lied.

Jeremiah just chuckled, shaking his head. “If you ready ta eva shake shawty, stop by da Palace. Es whur I’m havin’ my performance,” he told Micah as more of their teammates and friends poured inside the room to celebrate their win.

•••

Micah angrily walked into his dorm, slamming the door after him. He started drinking after their game, and actually made plans to hang out with Kelia.

He stopped by to take a shower, for he hated showering in the locker room. He also wanted to get a change of clothes and some condoms.

When he walked inside, he noticed Jeremiah’s room door open. He nosily walked into his room, eyeing the miniature studio setup.

He just looked around, touching and looking at stuff.

Micah felt his phone ding in his pocket. He thought it was his girlfriend, but it was his father, showing the stats of their current season.

Jeremiah’s total points were more than his just by a few points.

Feeling anger start to build up again, Micah knocked over Jeremiah’s setup, pushing it to the floor and breaking it.

He then angrily stormed out of his room, “The fuck?” he spoke when he bumped into someone.

“Why da fuck you in my room?” Jeremiah asked, pushing him harshly to the side.

He came back to change into a fit that was fly for his performance.

Jeremiah’s eyes went wide when he saw his broken equipment on the floor. He turned around, facing Micah. “You did es shit, Micah?” he asked in amazement. He thought he and Micah were on a decent path.

Micah just stared at him. “Sorry,” he shrugged.

He was plastered, in his feelings, and could care less. Jeremiah would get over it.

“Bitch!” Jeremiah punched Micah in the face, making him stumble back. “How dur you, you fuckin’ pussy ass nigga!” he yelled as he swung on him again.

Micah put his fist up, immediately starting to swing back at him. “ION GIVE A FUCK, PUSSY NIGGA!” he hit Jeremiah in the chest while Jeremiah pushed Micah to the floor.

The two were really fighting.

They never went that far before.

But Jeremiah felt like Micah really had violated him this time.

Music was precious to him, and he spent his hard-earned money on all that equipment. He just hoped that he didn’t have any songs that got lost or ruined in the process.

“FUCK YOU, MICAH!” Jeremiah yelled as he swung wreckless on him.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOIN” ON?” Jordan yelled with Taylor and a few of their friends and teammates. They hurried to pull the boys apart.

Micah and Jeremiah just glared at each other with fucked up faces.

“Fuck et nigga. On da dead homies,” Jeremiah yanked his body from out of their grasp. “Youn gotta worry. Imma talk ta coach myself. I’m rey be out es mufucka!” Jeremiah pushed past them as he left the dorm, slamming the door behind them.

“What the fuck happened?” Taylor asked Micah, but Micah didn’t hear a word. He just stared, feeling guilty as hell. He wondered why.

He knew why. Jeremiah didn’t deserve any of his anger.

But he knew he fucked up. Instead of having Jeremiah go through the trouble of moving, he’d just stay home.

His father probably would prefer it anyway.

•••

another month later

Jeremiah sat in his car, smoking a blunt. He shouldn’t be smoking much, but just one every now and then won’t hurt.

He just chilled, leaning his seat back, hearing his phone ring.

It was a girl he’d been having casual sex with. “Wassup, shawty?” he asked, hitting his blunt a few times.

“Hey, Miah. I miss you,”

“I bet,”

“Boy, stop,” she giggled, making Jeremiah laugh. “So how was school today?”

Jeremiah licked over his lips, biting down on the bottom one. “It was good. You tryn’ come ova n suck a nigga up?” he asked.

“You know I always wanna put my lips ’round you, Miah,” she giggled. “I’ll be over inna few hours, okay. I needa freshen up. I jus’ got offa work,”

“Aight, baby girl. Can’t wait,” he smiled, feeling his phone ring again, seeing that it was his father calling. “Sorry, shawty-my daddy callin’, bye,” he hung up the phone and pressed the green button to answer. “Wassup, pops?” he asked.

“Hey, sonson, how schoo’ been? You know I meant ta come up ‘er, but work-“

“Youn gotta explain, Daddy. Jus’ come when you can,” Jeremiah smiled. “You seen me da otha day?” he asked.

“You know I watch all yo games, Jeremiah,” Jeremy, his father spoke, making Jeremiah smile widely. “You’re amazin’, son. I’m so proud of you,” he told him as Jeremiah got out of the car to start heading back up to his dorm.

“I try my bes’. I jus’ wanna make you proud,” Jeremiah told him. “My grades good n shit. Ion got not pregnancy scurs, my dick clean,” he rambled on chuckling at the end.

Jeremy just let out a cackle, loving how open and honest his son was. “I know es right, son! You have all the gotdamn fun you want. Keep ya dick wrapped, n wait ta have kids as late as possible. Focus on you, Miah. You a good nigga. I know I missed out onna lot, but you turned out ta be a real good man,” he told him, making Jeremiah stop in his tracks for a moment, almost feeling emotional.

“Thank you, Daddy,” he nodded, wiping his eyes. “Please, try n beg ya boss ta letchu off fa my next game. I’ll getchu up hur n shit, n I want you n Coach ta talk again. He miss yo ass,”

“Maaan, tell Carter, eat a dick. He ain’t returned my game in pool in the text messages!” Jeremy complained, making Jeremiah laugh even harder as he approached his room.

“Aye, Ion got nun ta do with et, pops,” Jeremiah laughed as he opened the door. “Aye, pops whatchu-” he stopped in his tracks, seeing Micah sitting on the back of the couch with a big ass box in front of him… looking like new equipment.

“The hell is goin’ on, son? You good?” Jeremy asked.

“Tell Jeremy I said hi,” Micah smiled low.

Jeremiah just stared at him, wondering what he was doing. He hasn’t seen him in the room since they fought a month ago. Micah had only appeared for games or parties, but never their dorm.

It was like they didn’t exist to each other.

Jeremiah couldn’t lie and say he didn’t miss their banter a bit-Micah couldn’t like to himself and say he missed being around him, and how carefree Jeremiah seemed to be.

“Es Micah, Jeremiah? What-“

“Imma call you back, Daddy,” Jeremiah said, then hung up the phone. “Fuck you doin’ hur fa?” Jeremiah furrowed his brows at him.

Micah sighed, “I’m tryna apologize-A nigga do gotta guilty conscience,” he told Jeremiah who just scoffed,

“It took you a month?” Jeremiah asked.

Sighing, Micah stood to his feet, crossing his arms, “Yeah,” he nodded.

“Youn fuck wit me et much, Micah?” Jeremiah asked. “I know we had a luh beef startin’ wit et bitch in middle schoo’, n we got out luh banter, but come on my nigga,” he told him. “You really hate a nigga? Ta destroy my shit?”

Micah just clenched his jaw, looking into Jeremiah’s eyes, seeing how much he hurt him, and he averted his eyes, feeling his heart throb.

He bit down on his lip, shaking his head. “Ion hatechu, Miah,” Micah told him.

“So what the fuck is the problem?” Jeremiah glared at him.

Micah just stood there staring at him for a bit. “Hello?” Jeremiah got closer to him. “You can hur?”

“…I’m jealous of you,” Micah admitted, making Jeremiah’s eyes go wide.

“Jealous… of me?” Jeremiah was confused. He tried to think about their lives.

Micah comes from a pretty well-off background. Is the son, grandson, hell, great-grandson of alumni of the school. He is one of the star players on the team, and with his status of being the brother of an NBA star and his skill, he basically is guaranteed to go pro. He’s also popular with a popular and sexy girlfriend, good-looking, dresses well, funny… Jeremiah couldn’t understand why Micah would ever be jealous of him.

Micah just nodded, “Yeah… can we smoke?” he asked.

Jeremiah hesitated to answer, but when he looked at the floor and saw the box of equipment, he nodded. “Okay,” he opened the door, waiting for Micah to walk through. “Lead da way,”

Micah chuckled as he led the two to a nearby park. He sparked up his blunt, “We shouldn’t be smokin’,” he inhaled. “Coach on fuck us up,” he chuckled.

Jeremiah just laughed as he took the blunt from Micah, “Nigga on kill us, but fuck it,” he shook his head.

The two sat in silence for a moment. Micah just enjoyed the breeze while Jeremiah looked up at the sky and studied the stars.

“…I’m jealous of your freedom,” Micah said after a while, catching Jeremiah off guard.

Jeremiah sat up, “My whole life…” Micah started.

“Youn gotta-“

“Nah, I owe you es,” Micah sniffled. “My whole life is controlled. What I do, how I act, who I date, who I love, who I marry, my career, who I hang around…” Micah chuckled. “Father would slap me if he eva saw me smokin’ weed or drinkin’…”

“Damn,” Jeremiah sighed.

Micah just chuckled, “Damn,” he nodded in agreement. “My big brotha in da NBA-“

“I know-es why I’m lost as ta why you jealous,” Jeremiah shook his head.

“I told you-freedom,” Micah emphasized. “I feel like a nigga can harly breathe most of the time. My every move is calculated and what they want- I envy you. You chose basketball. You chose rap, n you good at it. You walk around es mufucka carefree-n I-I burly can go ta a mufuckin’ party witout a nigga bein’ on my dick…” Micah sighed. “Movin ta the dorms was the best decision I made last yur,” he rambled.

“N e ways… I envy ya freedom n ya talent… effortless talent… My father walked out on me because Ian score the game point a month ago. He called me afta the game, tellin’ me a bunch of shit how I need ta be numba one, or Imma disappointment ta the family…” Micah sighed. “I already felt slighted cuz in the game I made a call n you went against me, but it got hype up by my dad, n I got drunk, came back ta the dorm, n I tweaked out, n es shit wasn’t fair,” Micah told him.

Jeremiah was shocked at all his words. He didn’t know what to say, so he just listened.

“It took me a while because Imma egotistical nigga, n my father loved me bein’ home, and I felt guilty. Ian wanna face you cuz I knew I took shit too fah, n youn deserve et shit, Jeremiah,” Micah looked at him. “So, I’m sorry. I know I can’t erase the past, but I do respect you, look up ta you as a person n a teammate,” he told him genuinely, making Jeremiah blush at his compliments. “So I bought you new shit,” he told him. “Ian really know what ta get, so I got a bunch of stuff. I hope you can use it,” he told him.

Jeremiah was still speechless.

“Nigga, say sum,” Micah bumped into him with his arm, causing Jeremiah to chuckle.

He just looked at Micah and smiled, making Micah unintentionally blush. “We good, Micah,” he smiled even bigger, showing his teeth. “N sorry, but fuck yo daddy-you jus’ as good if not better than me, n I mean et,” he told Micah, looking into his eyes. “Sometimes mufuckas try n live thru they kids, but they need ta realize is this our life… you ain’t a rapist, murderer drug deala, nun like et, so allet bullshit he spittin’-fuck et shit, Micah,” Jeremiah nodded. “But, we good,” he smiled again as Micah just looked at him, smiling.

Micah had to look away as he took his hand and dapped him up, for his cheeks were burning at Jeremiah’s kind words. “Good, cuz Coach been on my mufuckin’ ass ’bout bein’ in ese dorms,” he tried to change the subject.

“So you only sed sorry cuz of Coach-the hell?” Jeremiah scoffed.

Micah chuckled. “You so damn easy ta troll,” he laughed as Jeremiah smacked his lips. “…So whatchu got planned fa the night?” he asked.

Jeremiah thought about it… he remembered about that girl coming over in a few hours… “Nun…” he answered, shrugging, looking deeply into Micah’s eyes as he bit down on his lip.

“You wanna verse me, Jordan, and Chase in Calla Duty? That nigga Chase bored as shit in Alabama wit his family,” Micah chuckled.

Jeremiah nodded, “Fuck, yeah. Yo five or mine?” he asked, referring to their PlayStations.

Micah just shrugged. “Ion know, nigga. Who eva da fastest,” he started running laughing at the same time, and Jeremiah smacked his lips as he took off too.

•••

a little while later

“You niggas suck!” Micah trolled, bumping into Jeremiah as they sat on the couch with Jordan, Chase, and James, who were in other places in the living room as the five played Gun Game in Call of Duty.

They were all laughing with two bottles of tequila sitting on the table. “You fuckin’ cheatin’!” Jeremiah laughed, almost spilling his shot. He threw it back, then immediately grabbed his controller again.

The five of them were already drunk and taking more shots. “Niggas that lose always talkin’ shit,” Taylor scoffed, pouring everyone another round of shots.

“You better stop fa Micah lightweight ass pass out,” James teased.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch,” Micah bumped into James, making him drop his controller.

“Bitch!” James knocked Micah’s controller out of his hand, and Micah’s mouth dropped open. He stood up and jumped on James, and the two started drunk wrestling.

Jeremiah just stood up and moved out of the way, grabbing his shot and downing it, feeling it go straight to his bladder. “I be back,” he went to his room to the bathroom connected to it.

After he made it inside, he went to the toilet and started to relieve himself.

Once he was finished, he started washing his hands, his eyebrow raising when he heard the door opening, but he was too drunk to react quickly enough, seeing as Micah stumbled inside.

“Miah I’m rey use yo bafroom-Chase in mine! Oh, shit my bad-” Micah accidentally looked down and saw that Jeremiah had no pants on. He backed out of his bathroom.

Jeremiah blushed as he hurried to pull up his pants and rushed out of the bathroom. “Sorry,” Micah told him when they were in his room.

“Iss aight, Micah,” he slurred a bit. “You good,” he started walking closer to him. “Go head,” he told him, looking over his face, noticing his green eyes. “You got some pretty ass eyes,” he blurted.

“What?” Micah blushed. “T-Thank you, Miah…” he looked away, confused as to why his face was heating up, and why Jeremiah was complimenting him. “Imma piss now,” he walked passed him and then headed into his bathroom.

Jeremiah looked back at him, looking up and down his body, for he had on just some basketball shorts.

His eyes slipped down to his ass, then he quickly looked back up, shaking his head. “I’m too mufuckin’ drunk,” he shook his head, going back outside to the community room.

After a couple more hours, the three boys who didn’t live in the dorm room drunkenly left their room, leaving Micah, who was halfway asleep on the couch, and Jeremiah lying down on the floor on his back.

“H-How I’m rey get up?” Jeremiah grumbled.

“I can’t een get ta my bed,” Micah blinked out of his sleep.

“I-I’a help you, jus’ lemme get up,” Jeremiah sighed, then groaned as he sat up, then fully stood up. He stumbled his way over to Micah. “A-Actually, I can’t,” he facepalmed himself, then Micah groaned.

“Useless ass nigga,” Micah smacked his lips.

“Maaan, yo ass al-w-ways, talkin’ big shit,” Jeremiah flopped down next to him.

“Bye, it ain’t enough room,” Micah slurred, pushing Jeremiah with his foot.

Jeremiah almost gagged, “Getcho fonky ass feet offa me,” he smacked his feet off of his lap.

Micah smacked his lips, “Whateva, bitch. My shit smell fresh!” he chuckled. “N if you ain’t rey move, make yoself useful,” he maneuvered himself until he was laying on Jeremiah’s lap.

Jeremiah just smirked. He looked down at his lap, seeing Micah with his eyes closed as he rested on his hands. “So a nigga jus’ ya body pillow now?” he chuckled.

“You whateva I need at the moment,”

“Is et right?” Jeremiah asked him, leaning down until he was close to Micah’s face. “Whatchu need right now, Micah?” he asked low.

Micah flickered his eyes open. He looked up into Jeremiah’s eyes, feeling his heart start racing a bit. “Ion know,” he almost whispered.

Without much thought, Jeremiah closed the gap between them gently kissing his lips. “What about this?” he whispered on them.

Micah just reached up and grabbed the behind of Jeremiah’s head. He started sucking on his lips, pulling them with his teeth.

Jeremiah let out a low hum in his mouth, trailing his fingers along Micah’s face until he reached his neck.

He placed his hand around his throat, choking him a bit, slipping his tongue into his mouth.

Micah moaned, feeling his airways being slightly restricted. He felt his semi turn into a full erection. “Mmm,” he started reaching into his shorts to stroke his dick.

“Es whatchu need?” Jeremiah asked on his lips, running his hands down his chest until they slipped inside of his shorts with him, grabbing his dick too.

“Fuck, Jeremiah,” Micah pecked his lips after letting out a moan from the contact of his hand. “Shit,” he breathed as Jeremiah started to help stroke his dick.

He focused on the tip while Micah focused on the base. “Fuck, nigga,” Micah huffed, reaching his other hand up to reconnect their mouths.

They wrestled tongues, and Micah’s only moaned louder as his pleasure grew.

The two boys were just drunkenly exploring each other’s bodies.

“I-I’m close,” Micah panted. “Keep goin’, p-please,”

Jeremiah just twisted his hands around the tip, feeling his hand get slick.

Right as Micah was about to orgasm, Jeremiah’s phone rang in his pocket, causing him to jump. “Sorry,” he whispered on his lips, pecking them once more.

Micah nodded, scooting off of his lap to let Jeremiah get up.

Jeremiah hardly stood, stumbling into his room to answer the phone.

He didn’t make it in time though. It hung up, and when he went to call back, he saw that it was a jail call, so he couldn’t even call back. “Fuck,”

Jeremiah looked back through the door, seeing Micah lying on the couch, now fully asleep, snoring.

He just chuckled as he started feeling the room spinning before he fell onto his own bed and passed out.

Both waking up the next day only to not remember a thing…

to be continued…

•••

hey, so this is part one of the prologue what were your thoughts

what predictions do you have