Grinding W/ You

Balling

Yn Pov:

Ant and I was having another rematch and I kept winning, this was like our fourth round. “Damn Smoke let Ant win atleast once!” Prod laughed.

I scoffed. “Let him?” I shot the ball, “Can’t do that.”

About ten minutes later we decided to do teams, it was Me, Ant, and Prod against Prodigy’s three friends. We won 3 out of 5 games. “Aye man I’m tired!” Prod complained. 

“Tired?! Man what! This is only the beginning!” I said.

“I’m sorry Smoke but I gotta take a break!” He said sitting down.

“I’m not tired!” One of the guys said. 

Prod laughed, “Yeah we know you not Ray.”

I looked at him, then back at Prod. “Aye P you never introduced me to these niggas.”

“Oh yeah.” He stood up. “Smoke these my guys Ray, Prince, and Roc.” He said. “Y’all this Smoke, we go way back.” We all greeted eachother then Prod grabbed his things. “Well, I think Imma go home I’m done for the day.” 

Ant looked at him. “What? Come on bro one more game.”

“Nigga we had like 10 of em.” He responded.

I nodded. “He right. Let’s just chil. Actually I’m kinda hungry. Food court?”

Everyone agreed and we met up at the food court. We ate, chilled, and talked for a moment the Roc got a phone call.

Roc Pov:

I reached for my phone and seen that it was my baby Wassiam. I quickly answered.

Hey babe. What you doing?

Nothing. What you doing?

At the brink with the boys. I told you I was coming here.

Oh yeah. Anyway, baby can I have your credit card information? I seen this really cute Fendi purse that I want.

Anything for you babe.

I gave her my info then hung up, I looked up and everyone at the table was looking at me. “What?” I said. 

“You know that hoe on the other end of your phone is a gold digger right?” She said bluntly. 

“Chill out. She aint no gold digger.” I defended. “Everyone say that s**t but trust me, I know she aint.” 

“No the hell you don’t” Ray mumbled.

“What you say?” I asked looking at him.

“Nothing.” He said quickly.

Prod sighed. “Look Roc, we only telling you this because we love you bro. Wassiam is using you for yo money.

Smoke lifted her head up. “Wassiam?” She looked at Ant. “What the f**k!” She laughed uncontrollably and so did Ant.

“Aye Smoke this b***h Chinese!” He joked.

Smoke squinted her eyes like she was Asian and they both laughed again. “She’s not Chinese or Asian shes Puerto Rican and NOT using me!” I barked.

“Chill Roc we just fooling around.” Smoke laughed.

“Let’s just change the subject.”