January 5th, 2015 - Double Trouble
Kendall went back in the locker room and simply laughed at the others. He’d never had an easier time playing ball in his life.
“Y’all better pray that I get on this team, not a single soul in this locker room can hoop. I looked like LeBron James out there.” Kendall arrogantly bragged while taking the Sumner practice jersey off.
“Man you’re just full of yourself.” Mark exclaimed, he was the only white kid on the team.
“Right, at least I pass the damn ball sometimes.” Trey adds.
“What you don’t understand is that I don’t care; I just dropped twenty in that scrimmage and became your coach’s favorite player in one day. So once again, yall can’t hoop.”
“I’m tired of this dude already, you must still think you in Las Vegas so let me welcome you to St. Louis.” Nassir says, the team’s point guard who was also known as a hot head. He gets up off the bench and pushes Kendall a couple inches back.
“N**** first off I’m from North Las Vegas, a big difference… Second, who you think you touching?” Kendall says in a very serious tone leading to him to shove Nassir to the ground.
He bounced back up from the concrete floor and put up his fist ready to fight.
Nassir was no more than 5’8 and 150 so Kendall barely took him seriously, instead he started laughing before daring him to swing at him. Nassir accepted the challenge and cocked his fist back and went in for the hit, Kendall reacted quickly and leaned to the side blocking the punch before giving him two straight hits to the chest. Nassir had a reputation around the school for being a good fighter so the team was surprised and went in to stop the fight after recognizing Kendall’s abilities.
Now he found himself back at the house talking with Michael about the fight as well as how he had already seemed to take over the school.
“Man I’m still stuck on this,” Michael says with a disappointed but joking facial expression. “How the **** do you manage to get in a fight on your first day of school?”
“I told you already, that dude Nassir tried me. These little dudes got too much confidence, only time I’m scared is when I got a gun pointed at my head.”
“Well you’re going to have a gun at your head if you keep ****ing around with these dudes and they will actually shoot. This not Las Vegas… They don’t mess around like that. And besides, didn’t you tell me you weren't trying to get in trouble when I first picked you up from the airport.”
“Yeah I said that. I’m not going to get in no trouble unless it’s drawn to me… Just let me do me, I’m a grown man.”
“Whatever you say fam, but anyways I swear to you that every girl in the school was talking to me trying to get to you, it was aggravating as hell, how many numbers you end up getting?”
“Let me see,” Kendall takes up his phone and counts the numbers he saved in his contacts today. “Thirteen.” He smirks.
“That’s crazy, it’s probably gonna double because all these girls gonna be on your tail because they think you headed to the NBA. They got they eyes set on that money.”
“You probably right, that’s why commitment ain’t in my vocab but that sure don’t mean I’m not gonna get a piece of some of these girls.”
They both laugh before Kendall’s phone began ringing; he looked at the screen and saw it was an unsaved number from with the Vegas area code.
“Yo, who is this?” Kendall asked right away.
“You’re a bitch, a coward, I know you ran away. We had a deal and you thought you could outsmart me? You must have me mistaken… You gon’ pay, ALL you’re people gon’ pay and when I find you again it’s over for you. **** you’re basketball career!”
“What? Who is th-“
Kendall is interrupted by the beeping that signaled the call had been disconnected. It happened so quick that he wasn’t able to put the obvious pieces together and realize that caller was the same person from the black Suburban.
Michael looked at him curious as to what just happened, “Who was that?”
“No clue, somebody from Vegas saying I’ll pay for- matter of fact it’s nothing.” Kendall said while figuring out the situation and not wanting to elaborate on it. He sighed and mumbled explicit words under his breath.
He knew he was in danger but what could he possibly do? He was 1000 miles away…