We returned to Polk following the win against Aaron Burr. I wandered around the parking lot despondent thinking about my mom and at the same time matters were worst because I had no ride home because Wright State had a game today at Miami so my dad was all the way in Oxford. Odis never went straight home after anything anymore so I just cut him off.
I nearly settled on just walking home until a pitch black Escalade pulled up besides me as I turned my attention to it's direction. The window was winded down and I realized it was Anton and his mom, "Hey Michael, you're father has told me you're staying at our house tonight. He's going to check on your mom."
"Oh, uhhh, ok." I said. "Well actually could you just drop me off at home. I've got some things I need to do." I really didn't I just didn't feel the need at all to have a babysitter.
"Uhm I don't know. You're dad had told me this but I guess you could call him and see if he's ok with it.
I dialed the digits of his number and he approved that I would be able to stay home alone. I had wondered why he even plan some stupid stuff like that in the first place.
"Well I guess. You can call your dad and ask."
Home
Mrs. Malcom had kindly dropped me off at home in an utterly silent car ride. I didn't feel like socializing with anybody right now after what I'd learned after the game.
I threw my my Nike duffle bag filled with my equipment into my room and went outside to play basketball, just something to clear my mind with.
It was about 8:30 so the skys were dingy and the only thing visible was the clear backboard. I put up some long range shots and tried to focus on increasing my jump shot elevation then at that moment I began to hear another basketball bouncing in the area. I looked around but it was so dark but enough focus had allowed me to notice it was coming from our newly found neighbors from two houses down.
I stopped put my own practice on hold and quickly became fascinated as I observed the boy continually nail shots from all throughout the perimeter. He had stopped putting shooting and noticed me staring and began walking my way.
I got sort of intimidated, the guy looked like he was built like LeBron James or something.
"What are you looking at?"
I rubbed my eyes and shook off the the hard stare. The guy got bigger and bigger as he cut through the grass making his way to my back yard.
"Uh Uh, dude who are you?"
"The f*ck you mean who am I. You the one staring at me lookin' like you plotting something." He responded as he flipped out.
"Oh my bad bro I was just watching your game, you got skills. You the one who just moved here right?"
"Thanks, and I'm Markel by the way. And yeah why?"
"Cool I'm Michael but I was just wondering. When you gonna start at Polk, that's where you're going right?" I asked.
"Yeah I start tomorrow I guess... I don't know how long I'm gonna be around though. My dad is in the military and they've got us moving all over the place."
"What grade are you in?"
"Second year of high school.. What a hassle, my last school always wanted to complain about me saying I had an attitude and sh*t. I just do me. You know what I mean?"
"For sure. I don't know how the freshman teacher are like at Polk though, I'm a sophomore. Hey you want to play one on one right quick?"
"Challenge accepted boy. Check up."
I checked him the ball and immediately he extended his arms outward and crossed the ball over freezing me up then finished at the rim with a layup.
"Make it take it." He ruled while walking back to the top of the key.
He jabbed step creating space on me and shot the jumper.
"That never fails, never. Check up."
...
He beat me 11-3. May have been the best competition I'd ever faced. He could do almost anything he thought of..
"Wanna run that again tomorrow?" I offered as I collected my ball from the concrete floor.
"I don't know I might hit a lick tomorrow." He said as he disappeared in the darkness.
I asked myself what he meant when he said hit a lick? I'd never heard that phrase before but it didn't sound like it was up to any good. I didn't care though, I had my own problems.
Special Thanks to DropxEm - For helping me build up the plot of the last two posts!
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