Page 42 of So Special: Fanatic Love

His eyes flashed with anger when his gaze fell on me, but he still agreed. The whispers as we walked out were understandable. Mason didn’t tell anyone that I knocked his ass out, but he did infer that we had beef with each other. When we got into the hallway, he immediately asked what was up.

“What’s up with you and Daisy? I don’t like what I’m hearing.” There was no reason for me to beat around the bush.

His face scrunched with a tightened jaw. “What the hell do you mean what’s up with me and her? If you mean, is she still a ho ass bitch, then yeah that’s what’s up.”

Breathe, Zane, breathe.“Mason, let me ask you a question. I know deductive reasoning or intellect for that matter may not be your strong suit. How does not fucking you make her a ho?”

“Man, she’s fucking you, right? I cashed out on her and all she did was make excuses as to why she couldn’t give a nigga time. I guess she was too busy fucking you,” he said. He crossed his arms over himself like a six-year-old kid who was just told that the ice cream truck was out of push-ups.

My head tilted. “Maybe we have a different definition of cashing out, because based on what she said, you bought a few bags, one of which she returned at y’all dinner, and some other meals. You act like you bought her a car or some shit. You still haven’t successfully defended your argument that she’s a ho. Is she fucking a bunch of niggas or just me?”

He didn’t respond immediately. “Man, why the fuck it matter what I think of her? You’re getting the pussy so you’re golden. Shit, let me know when she’s ready to share. I’m willing to do a team bang,” he said obnoxiously.

My stare was blank. “Look, I know you’re on some creep stalking shit. I need you to stop before the stalker becomes the dead. I don’t play when it comes to Daisy. Don’t get fucked up behind mine.”Wait, did I just call Daisy mine?

For a beat Mason stood there silently before he burst into laughter. “You can’t be serious! Please don’t tell metheZane Anderson has fallen for a ho. Man, I thought you were better than that, Mr. Pimp. You really called her yours. Well, let’s see if she’s still yours when she’s sucking my dick.”

I felt Asher behind me which was good because Mason would need someone to pick his ass up off the floor again. My right fist went to his nose with haste, then my left followed up with an uppercut. Mason had me fucked up. When he hit the floor this time, he didn’t stay down. He popped back up and threw a nice punch. It missed, but it was nice. Before I could throw another punch both of us were pulled back.

“Fuck you, Zane! You’re mad over a ho when you need to be more worried about your ho ass mama and who your daddy is.”Is this going to be the jab going forward?My teammates that held him back pushed him into the locker room.

I would never argue the claim that Porsha was a ho because she was. Her being a ho had nothing to do with me. I casuallypicked my bag that was on the floor up, turned to face Asher, then asked, “You ready to go?”

Asher stood there with wide eyes. He threw his hands up. “So, we ga ack like you ain’t jus box da man off?”

When my shoulders lifted to my ears with no concern, he told me to bring my ass on. I had no objections to doing just that. Whether Daisy wanted to be with me or not, someone fucking with her on some grimy shit would never fly with me.

“I toldyou coach was gonna be on ya ass. Mason is a bitch! You told da man you ga kill him and boxed him off.” Asher talked shit, but he knew that he would have done the same.

When I got to practice today the coach benched me for our preseason game coming up. I was surprised it took Mason’s bitch ass this long to tell on me unless someone else did. It had been almost a week since I knocked his nose loose. I didn’t give a fuck about not playing in the first game if I had to be honest.

We were on the way to Mama Lina’s house for dinner after practice. She loved that lately she had a house full of people. My godsons spent most of their time with her now that she was their official childcare. That bitch Charia was dirty as fuck and deserved to sit in jail. Her mother lost her business behind her being a liar and messy as hell.

When I saw Katniss’s new SUV in Mama Lina’s driveway, I smiled. My boy did his big one with that purchase for her. Mason should take notes on what it looked like to cash out.

“How’s Kat like her new whip?” I asked.

“Fat-fat love dat shit. I happy I blacked out dem windows cause she ain’t had that shit a week and I done had to get da seats cleaned.” He spoke in a reminiscent tone that was comical. Heturned his whip off before he shifted in his seat to face me. “You ready for tomorrow?”

My anxiety heightened just at the mention of tomorrow. My agent called me a few days ago to let me know that Jackson London was indeed my biological father and now he wanted to meet me. Initially, I told him I wasn’t interested. It wasn’t until I had a conversation with Pop Collin that I called my agent back and told him to set it up. Pop Collin said that I should hear what happened directly from Jackson’s mouth, not the narrative of a blogger or my faulty ass mother.

“How ready can you be at thirty to meet your biological father who is a football icon for the first time? There’s no way to be ready for that. Porsha really did it big with this fuck shit. I appreciate you for coming with me.” I had never felt the amount of hate that I had for my mother than what I felt in the last month or so.

Asher grabbed my shoulder then gave it a squeeze. “You know I got you, bubba. Now come on so we ca go in here and see our girls.”

I kissed my teeth at his words. He always had jokes. “Fuck you, Asher.”

He climbed out still laughing at my expense. As soon as he opened the front door to the house, I heard the excited voice of Ashtan. That little boy did not play about his daddy. I smiled as I walked past Asher and Ashtan. Ashtan paid no attention to anyone else when his daddy was in the room. My attention slid over to Katniss who sat on the couch with a wide smile on her face. “What’s up, Kat, where’s your girl?”

“She should be here soon,” she responded. When I asked her about where she was, she glanced at me, then told me that I could ask her when she got here. I swear these women stay on their good bullshit.

Tiara came downstairs with her son on her hip. “What up, Zane and bubba? Here, Zane, take dis boy since he reachin fa you.”

I chuckled before I grabbed a bouncing Ashan out of her arms. We all had recently decided to call Ashan, Ash, and Ashtan, Kane, since their names were so similar. “Ash, you giving your mama a hard time?”

“Hell yeah he is! E took almost an hour to do dem five simple braids in his hair,” Tiara complained. Ash and Kane had heads full of hair. Tiara started braiding Ash’s hair a little over a month ago.

Ash laid his head on my shoulder like he wanted me to save him from the tyranny that was his mother. He was a real character.

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