Page 30 of So Special: Fanatic Love

“I’m good on that,” he said. There wasn’t much confidence in his tone. My boy was spiraling, but he would have to see that for himself. He took a sip of his beer. “You get with Ashtan’s mother and now you’re a relationship guru.” He laughed, then took another sip.

I joined his laughter before I told him fuck him. My phone dinged with a notification on the side table where it sat. We sat in my parents’ den. Ever since that shit with the blog, I put an alert on her posts. I wanted to make sure Penny or anyone else’s stupid ass wasn’t talking too much shit. The fight between Penny and Katniss did end up in the blogs just like I suspected it would.

“Man, let me see what da fuck dis bitch talkin bout now,” I mumbled as I opened the notification. “Boy, what you done did that got your name in the blogs?” I asked Zane with a titter. I started to read the article and immediately stopped talking. “Oh, hell fuckin no!”

Zane

Man, what bitch went to the blogs about me now?I wasn’t really fucking with anyone outside of Daisy. Not because I liked her like that. I was just an extremely busy man around this time of the year. I wasn’t worried what the fuck the blog said until I saw Asher’s reaction. I told him to send me the link so I could read it. He looked at me with hesitancy which made me think it was some shit that could get me caught up in some legal shit.

It took a second for him to send it to me.Let’s see what this shit says.I opened it and immediately scrunched my face at the heading.

Zane Anderson Son of Hall of Fame Pro Baller

Girlies and Gentlemen,the tea has steeped, and it is hot, sweet, with a little bit of spice. This gossip barista has gotten news that one of our favorite Pro ballers is the son of a Hall of Fame pro baller. Now we have all heard Zane say before in interviews that he unfortunately had no father-figure in his life.He alluded to not knowing who his father was. Well, a very reliable source pulled up on this barista to hand deliver this tea.

Who is Zane Anderson’s father, you ask? It’s none other than Hall of Famer Jackson London. Yes, the Jackson London who played for the Atlanta Vultures. Chile, who would have thought or known. Now, when I took a sip of this tea, I wondered how in the hell does Zane not know that Jackson London is his father? I was not prepared for the stream of juice that was introduced to the tea. Juice doesn’t normally go into tea, but for this tea it was delicious.

Word is that Zane’s mother, Porsha, we’re all familiar with her. She tried to blast her son a while back for not supporting her financially. That story was quickly debunked. The only reason that I’m reporting this story is because I did some digging to validate enough information to make the source creditable. You won’t fool this girlie twice.

Back to the tea. So, Miss Porsha was a bit of a groupie in her formative days when she lived in Atlanta. Now, no judgment. Get it how you live, bookie. Porsha was one of Jackson’s little slides. We know that during his career, he was married to Paula, and they had two sons: Jackson Junior, who currently plays for the Pittsburgh Oilers and Jamison, who currently plays for his dad’s old team the Atlanta Vultures.

From my research, it was no secret that Jackson London was quite the lady’s man back in the day. He was linked to several women before, during, and after his marriage. With that being said, it’s not surprising that there is a claim about Porsha being linked to him. All of this still doesn’t explain why or how Zane doesn’t know who his father is.

Here's the answer, loves. The claim is that Porsha did inform Mr. London about his son, but to make her go away, he paid her a whopping eight hundred thousand dollars! Yes, you read that right! Now you know back in them days that muchmoney was a big, big deal. Today that much money is a big, big deal. Out of desperation, Mama Porsha took the money and moved around per the source.

Chile, that is so unfortunate that Jackson chose to sell his son. Poor Zane, well, not really. Jackson’s genes proved to be stronger than his character. All three of his sons currently dominate the league. They each can afford multiple Porsches.

“Porsha got me fucked up!” I yelled. “She really going out bad with this bullshit right here!” I knew my mother was treacherous, but damn. For years, I’ve dealt with her trifling ass, but this shit was too fucking far.

Asher shifted in his seat. “You really think she da one that sold dis shit to dis bitch?” His face was tight. “Now, I know she be trippin, but she would go dis far?”

“Hell yeah she fucking would!” When he asked me why, there was only one answer to give. “To get money that I wouldn’t give her ass.”

A Week Earlier…

I didn’t know why I was here, but I just wanted this bitch to stop calling me. Porsha Anderson was a woman that should have never become a mother. She was the most selfish, self-centered person that I had ever known. I think I knew since I was around seven that she was a fuck ass. If a thing or person didn’t benefit her, then she wasn’t interested in it. That’s the same approach she took with her parenting.

The only reason that I was introduced to football in the first place was because she met one of the coaches and wanted to fuck him. At seven years old, she signed me up and came toevery practice. She didn’t give a fuck about me during those practices or games. The only benefit of my playing football was for her to be near the coach. All was good until I was almost nine when the coach’s wife found out. Porsha got her ass kicked and I thought I would get kicked off the team. Luckly, I showed promise, so the other coaches decided to have the coach that Porsha fucked switch teams.

Once that happened, my mother stopped coming to practices, games, and refused to pay the necessary fees. Other parents, coaches, and teachers were the reason that I was able to continue playing. Porsha was never abusive, just neglectful when it came to love and time. She did the bare necessities so that the state didn’t take me and cut off her welfare benefits. When I turned sixteen, one of my teammate’s parents allowed me to live in their basement which was a full apartment. I got a part-time job, and they charged me one hundred dollars a month to stay there. They also gave me a used car.

The point of all of those moves were to establish that I could take care of myself so that I could file for emancipation. When I came to my mother about it, she was against it initially until I warned her that I would skip school until she went to jail for truancy. Her dumb ass signed. That went to show how much out of the loop of my life she was. Colleges had been scouting me since I was a freshman, so it would have been counterproductive for me to sabotage myself. After I was emancipated, it was all up from there. Once I was drafted to the league, I paid off my teammate’s parents’ home and debts as a thank you.

“Whew, I am hungry!” Porsha plopped down in the seat at the table that I had been waiting for her at for almost an hour. “I haven’t had Del Frescos in a while.”

I just stared at her. I had no plans to eat because hopefully I wouldn’t be here that long. “Porsha, it’s so nice of you to comeall the way here from Georgia. What is it that you needed to talk about? I have shit to do.”

She glared up from the menu. “I swear, you have no respect for your mother.” After her eyes went back down, she said, “It really is a shame.”

“I respect and love my mother to death.” My words caused her to look at me. “Lina Wilson will forever have my respect and love.” I didn’t know what she thought this was.

The waitress came over to top off my water and get Porsha’s elaborate lunch order. Who the hell ate steak and lobster for lunch at noon? When I started to say something, she asked me to wait at least until she got her drink.This bitch.Thankfully the waitress came back with her drink quickly.

She downed the entire drink before she set the glass back on the table. “Zane, look, you need to do a better job of making sure I’m provided for.” She got the waitress’s attention, requested another drink, then continued. “If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be where you are today.”

My eyelids weren’t functioning properly. The blink function must have turned off or some shit because no matter what signals my brain sent to them, they would not blink. I leaned forward with my forearms on the table. “Bitch, have you lost your fucking mind? You are none of the reasons why I am where I am today. You were never around to witness any of my accomplishments or to have input on them.”

The waitress brought her second drink. Porsha took the cup from her hand before the waitress could set it on the table. After she took a sip, Porsha spoke. “Zane, me not being there is the reason you had all of the support you did. Do you think all of those people would have rallied behind you if I were the doting mother?” She scoffed, then callously said, “Don’t be so fucking naive.” She sat back like she just told me off or something.

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