𝟎𝟐𝟑, 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾
𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍': 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝗒 billie eilish

𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐚'𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰

Everything in life that could've gone wrong went right, it was like the little white angels resting on my shoulders were doing the damn thing and more.

There was nothing to complain about, I was doing well in all my classes, basketball is good as always, my mental and physical health was top tier and most importantly, I got the girl I've always wanted by my side.

I was sending big shitty grins and smiles to anybody who looked at me because that's how happy I was and not a damn thing could stripe my happiness away.

"Juju, the big game against UCLA is tomorrow and it's a battle for LA. Do you think you as an individual is mentally and physically prepared for this upcoming game?", the reporter asked me.

We had just busted our ass in practice and a long workout, but still I had to sit here and do media while I could be doing better like being in my girlfriend skin.

Swiping the sweat with the back of my arm from my forehead, "Yeah, all week I've been putting in the work for this game. This game is a big game for us as team and for us here in LA, but im just treating this like any other game meaning I'm gonna do whether it takes to win. I'm not treading lightly", I answer.

The reporter nods, "and lately, you've been trending on social media. You've been placed in fan edits and the people love you, how are you taking that?", another reporter asked.

I chuckled slightly at the question, "uhm, I love all the edits I see of me. All of them are fire and creative and I appreciate it". After a couple more questions, I was finally done with media.

Slipping out the media room, taking a quick shower and throwing on some clothes. I made my way to the library where I was meeting Imani for a study session.

"I got us smoothies from tropical smoothie and a açaí bowl", Imani said handing me my smoothie and bowl as I took a seat on the oversized cardinal bean bag sighing in comfort.

Leaning over my bean bag into her personal space giving her a kiss on the lips and another on her cheek as a thank you. "So I did the pre-cal work, it was super easy and I can help if you want", she rambles to me.

Wait, What?
Pre-cal was super easy?

"Did you just say pre-cal was super easy?", I asked turning my eyebrows up at her in confusion. She nodded her head too focused on her work to notice the look on my face.

"Yeah I finished it in like ten minutes, it was only five lil graphing problems and that's it", she waves off. I suspiciously sipped on my smoothie as I watched her continue work and then it all hit me.

she was faking.
she never hated math.

"How easy was it because I had... problems with it", I lie wanting to catch her in her own going lie smirking at the thought. "Had problems with what baby? I'll help you", she looks up from her computer screen and up at me.

Imani Lu Brown had been lying for years about hating math forcing me to help her with it all this time, when she knew it like the back of her hand.

And it could only be one reason why she would do that. "Baby you've been lying to me", I giggle at her and she looks at me confused not even noticing I caught her in the lie.

"Pre-Cal is super easy? Just a three months ago you were asking me for help saying you didn't understand and blah blah", I mentioned and her face dropped a bit smiling in embarrassment.

"MANI", I whisper yell pulling her into me as she hides her face in her hands. "Stoppp Ju, why do you always have to embarrass me", Mani whines.

A laugh slips from my lips removing her hands form her face. "You a lil math nerd and been lying to me this whole time", I look her in the face. "Why?", I ask.

She shrugs and I suck my teeth, "you know why". Mani throws her back with a heavy sigh before she looks back at me, "because", "because what?". She rolls her eyes at me.

"Because it was the only way I could spend time with you without coming off as annoying clingy or some like that", She tells me.

And there goes my shit eating smile, "really baby... that's so cuteeee but you know you'll never come off as annoying or clingy or some like that to me", I reassure her. "Well I didn't know at the time, I'm sorry", She says softly.

Humming at her with my hands resting on her waist, "I love you", I say as I stare up at her in awe at the sight. She had a bare face free of makeup with star pimple patches scattered on her face, her freshly neat braids were throw into an cute messy lil bun and she was drenched in jewelry with a simple cozy outfit.

"And you're so beautiful", I add on. "And smart", "And sexy", "And just I don't know, perfect", I continue to compliment her. Her cheeks rise into a smile, "that's what I love to see, that smile", I tell her. "Thank you baby, I love you too", She says hugging me before shifting back into her bean bag.

We had moved on from the conversation and focused onto our work as we talked about the upcoming rival game. Mani was still my best friend so i literally talked about anything with her only interrupting to give her a kiss or some form of physical touch.

"Ya know that shirt I made... with all the shirts put together like a lil quilt", she mentions and I nod my head. "Well... for the game... I added Watkins on the back", she tells me and I snap my head towards her.

"Really baby?", I asked my voice high and pitchy with excitement. Imani nods her head, "but you'll have to see it tomorrow at the game", she teases me and I playfully groan.

But the thought of her wearing a shirt with my name printed on the back was lowkeyyyyyy doing shit to me, and I also liked the excitement of having to wait.

"I just hope you like it", she says. "I will baby, I already like it", I tell her and she laughs a bit. "You're such a kiss ass Ju, you haven't even seen it yet".

Hell yeah.
I'll kiss that ass FOSHO

Galen center had became a place I love and adore, it's thrilling to see the thousands of empty seats get filled one by one with all eyes tuning into the game; I love to play. This what was basketball was all about, playing for my comfort but winning for everybody.

This ucla rival game had been sitting heavily on my shoulders, I knew all the pressure wasn't on me and I had a whole team to rely on if shit went left but then again it was.

Everybody was expecting me to perform 100 and 10 percent this game and every game I play, and I expected it for myself too; my standards when it came to basketball was high but not impossible.

I can do it, I know I can and I will.

The familiar bounce of basketballs, the squeak of kobe's meeting ends with court and the chatter of Galen center snapped me back into reality. Tonight's the night for the battle of LA women's basketball, and like I said I'm not treading lightly.

I twirl the orange ball in my hands running my fingers over the black lines on the ball as I scan the crowd, where's my mani. I knew she was here because she texted me she was here and I also double checked her location.

After a hot minute of scanning the crowd I finally found her and always my baby looked so beautiful. She wore the shirt she promised, baggy light washed jeans and red sambas. Her face was lightly beat with makeup and she wore her boho knotless braids down that hanged mid thigh with yellowish gold bows decorating braids here and there.

It was like she knew I was staring at her because her eyes immediately shot over at me with a big smile, I wish I could just fly and kiss her but ian no damn fairy.

She turns around to show the back of her shirt, in big bold white letters Watkins was embedded on the back across the top of her shirt. It was something so simple but she looked so good.

It meant so much to me, it didn't even matter that half of the stadium was drenched in the classic number 12 jersey with my name printed on the back because only Imani's mattered.

My tongue swipes over the bottom of my lip folding it into my mouth as I stare at her. "You look so good", I mouth to her and she smiles at me mouthing a thank you back at me before she pulled out her phone and started taking pictures of me.

Yup, run that storage up all on me.

With the eyes of Imani, family and fans it was time.

As always, no game was an easy fight and with ucla being #1 they sure as hell was making sure to keep that spot. From the start of the game it's been intense, fast paced and a close game.

But no matter how tired I was growing, a win as still on my mind and I couldn't accomplish that by quitting on myself. "Ju, come take a break", coach tells me but I wave her off. "Damnit Watkins I'm not suggesting you to take a damn break, I'm telling you to", she snaps at me.

"I'm good coach, ion need no break", I whine. She rolls her eyes folding her arms holding her clipboard tight to her chest, "get your ass over here, you got 5 seconds to sub out or I promise next practice your ass won't even see a basketball because you're gonna be running", she warns me.

An annoyed groan past my lips as I walk towards the bench dapping Kennedy up as she subs in for me, with an huff I flop down into the seat squeezing the cold water from the Gatorade bottle into my mouth.

"You only need a minute and you can do back in, I don't want you wearing yourself out alright", Coach Gottlieb tells me handing a towel for my sweat.

I only hum at her before trailing my eyes over to Imani, I've been too focused on the game that I haven't seen her since warmups, but when I see Imani anger immediately rushes through my bones.

She sat seated with Elijah and Aaliyah but behind her was Alex leaning over her whispering in her ear. What the fuck. My jaw clenches as I shift in my seat manspreading as I stare at them.

This girl starting to get real annoying, every time I turn around there she was. Haven't I made myself clear that Imani was mines?

Alex pulls back from Imani ear and as she leans back in her seat, that leprechaun ginger headed bitch smirked at me knowing what she was doing. It took a lot to get underneath my skin, but for some reason all it took from her was a smirk to piss me off.

I tear my eyes away from Alex and at Imani sending her a sharp glare, she looks at me and shrugs like she dumb or sum. I roll my eyes at her before turning my focus back on the game, from coach pulling out of this rival game to see my girl getting fed whispers by some bitch made me nothing but angry.

"I'm ready to go back in", I tell coach wiping the sweat off my forehead harshly and taking one more sip of water.

Somebody gone feel this shit, and I feel sorry for whoever it is.

Winning the game against ucla should have felt good, I should be smiling and filled with joy but I wasn't. I still felt that angry from before and obviously playing basketball didn't release it.

But still, I smiled as cameras flashed on my face from fans and reporters. I did the usual with signing, meeting fans before I hit media and leave for the night.

"Good game Ju", Coach compliments me as I make my way out. I smile at her with a nod giving her a thank you slipping the duffel bag onto my shoulders.

Imani rested on my car scrolling on her phone as she waited for me, and all that pent came back. When she notice I was walking towards her she pushed her phone into the pockets of her pants smiling at me.

"Hi baby", She greets me holding her arms out for a hug but I make my way over to the passenger seat opening the door demanding in a low stern tone. "Get in the car".

Her smile drops and I felt it inside me but still I ignored the feeling as she gets into the car and I slam the door shut behind her and then getting into the driver seat. "Ju? What's wrong?", she asked clicking her seatbelt in. I scoffed with a chuckle, "nun", I replied starting the car and pulling off.

The entire car ride back to my dorm was quiet and filled with tension, I parked into my assigned spot and turn off the car.

"Yo, what's with all that Alex shit?", I ask. I had waited too long to ask and I couldn't wait until we got into the dorm. She looks over at me, "is this what this is about?", She asks me.

"What's the deal with you and her Imani? I been letting her ass slide for a hot minute but now she dragging it... and you sitting there and letting her and that shit not cute", I snap at her.

Imani shuffles in her seat turning her whole body towards me, "bro Ju-", before she could continue i interpret her again. "Ian ain't yo damn bro mani, stop playing with me Imani".

My patience was thin and I felt played with. "Judea, there's nothing going on with me and Alex. I'm with you. At the game, I was literally sitting with aaliyah and Elijah and then she came over sitting behind me and I ignored her the whole time, she didn't even start bothering me until she notice you were looking. She's been purposely trying to piss you off". Imani explained.

I scanned her for face for any type of lie but the firm in her tone and the straightness in her face told me she wasn't lying. It was hard to get under my skin but Alex had found the only way to get underneath and that was messing with Imani.

Guilt rushed through me as I notice the sad face on Imani, "I'm sorry baby, i shouldn't have snapped at you. I should've handle it differently and maturely instead of acting like a bitch towards you. I promise I'll never ever snap at you again and if I have any problem I'll handle it better", I tell her resting my hand on her arm rubbing it up and down.

"Okay", is all she say with a thick attitude turning her body towards the window looking out of it to avoid me. "Mani", I whine as I drop my hand onto her thigh cuffing it with a squeeze.

"Stop touching me", she says flicking my hand off her. "Baby, don't be stubborn. I said I'm sorry, I'm sorry baby", I apologize once more but she ignores me.

I place my hand back onto her thigh and squeeze it harder this time hoping she'll look at me but she still looks outside the window. "Move Judea".

Her being mad should've worried me because Imani pissed off wasn't nothing to play with and it was the last thing you wanted to do was piss her off but I couldn't help but smirk at her as I travel my hands closer up to her thigh.

"Move", she demands again but her voice is shaky and not as strong as before. "What I gotta do to make you forgive me, huh?"? I tease her as my hands unbutton her jeans and then pulling down her zipper.

Her breath hitches as she tears her eyes away from the video and look at me, my fingertips lingering at the rim of her panties. "Tell me mama, what do I have to do?", I ask her once more.

"Ju", she moans when my finger swipes over her clit, I smirk at me leaning over the console placing my face into her neck. "Ah I see, I gotta pleasure my baby until she fucked out for to forgive me", I whisper into her neck then placing a kiss onto it.

Imani throws her head back on the seat gripping my arm in her pants as i slip two fingers into her pussy. "Fuck you're so wet", I comment still decorating her neck with kisses.

"Take this off", she wastes no time to kick herself out her pants, I yank her over the console and into my lap pushing my car seat back to make room for the both of us.

I flick open the roof mirror and point at it, "I want you to look at you when I fuck the shit outta you", I say slipping my finger back into her warm cunt in a fast pace.

Her body shakes, her eyes closing in a bliss making me tug her clit at bit. "I said look Baby, look". Imani eyes snap open and she looks at herself in the mirror.

"I-I-forgive you baby... I forgive you Ju", she cries as her pussy tightens on my fingers. "You do? You forgive me?", I edge her moving my fingers faster as she cums on my fingers.

Imani moans loud, throwing her back on my chest closing her eyes as she grips on my thighs trying to maintain her balance. "Yessss", she moans as her high comes down.

I rub her clit in small circles and she whines overstimulated, "I'm sorry baby", I say once more pulling my hands out of her pussy and into my lips tasting her.

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐲𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲