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Erik tried to look for you for the brief moment he had before his teammates threw him up into the air for scoring the winning point of the game. Sitting front row, he scanned to find your beaming face, and twinkling eyes amidst the thousands of basketball enthusiasts in the arena Friday night.
Your skin beautifully contrasted with the blue and gold fit you wearing to rep the team colors. Momentarily, you took in Emir for a hug. Your team was going to semi finals baby!
Emir Alleyne. Renowned rapper, actor, and model. Now, most girls would be head over heels, on their knees, impressing him beyond imagination. But to you, he was just your best friend, along with Erik. The three of you were like an unbeatable trio, along with the occassional presence of your High School best friend, Solai.. The media loved you, the brands loved, the people loved you. Four beautifully melanated boss ass bitches! You met Emir through Erik, and the two of you instantly vibed over lyrics and humor, as if two peas in a pod.
Erik ran over to Emir and you, fist bumping him, and pulling you into an embrace. Your coconut oil infused hair hitting his senses.
"How'd my favorite manager like that, huh?" he smirked.
"Nigga, favorite? I'm your ONLY manager, the hell. But that was iconic Erik. As you should!"
"My nigga Erik, taking Oakland Worldwide. We going for drinks to celebrate".
"Nah Em, not tonite. Man, these practices got me tired as hell, running around and whatnot. I'm tryna go ho-"
"Nope. Ion wanna hear none of that. I wanna drink some Henny, smoke a blunt. Call a couple hoes, if YOU want" Emir smirked.
Eriks laughter boomed through your ears. "No hoes. You know I got that school nutrition deal next week. Gotta set a good image for the children you know."
You were impressed. Erik saying no to fun and bitches? It wasn't a new concept to you, but his dedication to his career was showing. "Wow Erik. For the children, huh? Aight, well Im down despite. Let's hit 1 Oak with the team, no special attention on you.
"Yeah, no special attention on yo ass. Unless you wanna keep hitting them 3 pointers" Emir scoffed jokingly, following a sarcastic eye-roll from Erik.
"I'll just quickly conversate with the other team's representatives for a bit, and I'll meet y'all on the bus."
Emir looked into the distance, waving at some bald white man. "Yeah, I'll meet you both there too. My ex-director here. Let me just go entertain his ass real quick".
As Emir walked away, and you turned to grab your bag off the seat, and Erik stood there contemplating. Should he? Should he not?
"Yo, y/n".
You turned back to look at him. "Yeah Stevens?"
And there it was. "Never mind, it isn't important. I'll let you know later" he sighed.
You scrutinized with furry eyebrows. This was the normal Erik. Always switching up his next move, his words.
a/n: sorry for the long wait😩 imma be writing more in both my books, so keep a look out for them!
