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Jayson's Prov

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I almost missed the ball when it zoomed in front of me .I grabbed it before it hit my face,spun around, and took my shot.

Swash!

It was in .Thou missed some steps,so it wasn't worth to celebrate.

"Stop daydreaming, son!"Caleb called out,laughing. I gave  him the fingers in the spirit of friendship.

Another hour went by,and another and my lungs and legs were screaming for me to take a break,but i kept going .I loved the burn,the distraction from my dark thoughts. And darker mood.

I really needed that.

Distraction.

It made me stop focusing on the missed call i got just as i pushed away the read head .I was going to go after her,Tasha Carrison.It was for a moment .Truth be told,she  was the person i was hoping wouldn't contact me for a while .Or even forever .But that was asking too much.

Coach blew the whistle,ending practice,i lifted my shirt to rub the sweat off my face .I was out of breath,bending as i propped my hand on my legs to catch it,slow down my breathing .

"You got good game,Jay!" Rickson,my team mate,slapped my back light more like a pat as he headed to the showers.

Looked up at him,still catching up with my lost breaths and gave a thumbs up.

"Jay"

I cought the bottle of water Caleb threw at me .He motioned for me to go ahead without him. He was talking to a couple of girls on the sideline whom seemed to like him. It looked liked he was going to take a while.

I twisted the cap,gugged up water,and just for the hell of it,poured it on top of my head to cool.

"Hey!Hey!" I felt the force of the feet kick me on the ass,but i moved away before it pushed me. Victor sniggered in front of me.,"You're putting a show for my girls. You gotta leave some for me dickhead."

I narrowed my eyes,feeling the heat shoot up my veins.

"Do that again. I dare you."

He looked shocked,then raised his hand s,palm up.  "Someone's seemed to swallow a lemon today".

Despite the fact he was my playmate . He had already pised me off and gotten into my nerves.

I curled my hand into fists,ready to strike. Sandwich his face with my fists. "Say that again?"

Victor  backed off looking behind him for help."I was kidding! Dude, chill."

"Jay!" It was Caleb," cool off."

I looked down,flexed my fists.what the hell was wrong with me.

The guys were looking at me like i'd sprung a leak in my brain. They weren't used to seeing my temper. Thou couldn't deny i was temperamental at times. I was usually cold headed around them,usually shrugged of the ribbing from then.

I cooled off.

Only because it was Caleb who told me to. I respected the dude. He helped me a lot ,both financially and emotionally as a friend too.

He was the captain of the team.so despite him being respected,he also deserved mine,maybe ten times more than them.

Caleb was like a mentor to me,guided and scold me at anything i did bad with his approval. I thanked him for that since my rude nature back then couldn't be entertained ,but he tamed me,molded me,and became whom i am now. So whatever he said,i did with no argumentation slugging from behind . Hence called me his son. And only him could possibly call me that.

All my energy had been drained. I wished  i could teleport within a second and be inside my flat .Resting .

I bid bye to caleb and left the court   leaving the exit door ajar 

Finally got into my flat. Threw my brag on the floor,and slammed the door behind me behind me using my leg.

Stripped off my dirty clothes,threw then in the washer,pressed the right setting. Then i hooped in the shower,programed it.

Clossing my eyes,i groaned in relief as the hot water cascaded down my body,washing the dirt and muck.

I reached for a towel dried off,then tied it around my waist . The thought of shaving flittered my mind for a second but dismissed it as i padded to the kitchen. Too tired,too exhausted for anything else other than a beer and rest on the couch,maybe order  some pizza,watch tv then sleep.

But was tired of watching too. I sprung up in my bed. Cracked my knuckles.stretched my neck.

I'm off for slumber land.

Closed  my eyes quietly praying for a better day tomorrow

Buuzzzz...

My phone vibrated. Lazily turning my heavy head to the left where it was located. A message popped up. A flicker of smile appeared as i read the content on the readhead above.

S.O.S :  Hope you have million of nightmares in your sleep dickhead.