Page 25 of Loyalty, Lust, Love
She turned and left Coach Ayers’s office. When she stepped into the hallway to head to the gym, she ran into Lynx.
“Slow down, Bunny.”
“I knew she wouldn’t care.”
“Who are you talking about?”
“I just talked to Coach Ayers, and she basically said suck it up. I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.”
Lynx sighed because he knew no matter what he said, his friend would do what she wanted. He’d make sure he was around to support her after the fact.
“Just be careful, and don’t do anything stupid,” he warned.
She went to practice on a mission. The team began their warmups, and initially, things went well. However, when they did the figure eight, Tavita threw the ball at Fateema so hard that it slipped through her hands and hit her chest.
“Stay ready so you don’t have to get ready,” Tavita said smugly as she jogged past Fateema.
Fateema shook it off. When they did another drill, Lori shoulder-checked her so hard she fell to the floor, and she didn’t attempt to help her up. Without missing a beat, Fateema hopped to her feet.
A few minutes later, she paired up with Nichole. Surprisingly, they got through the drill smoothly, but Nichole had something to say before they moved on to the next drill.
“You ain’t as good as you think you are. Just because Lynx has you on a pedestal doesn’t mean everyone else will.”
“You’re mad Lynx won’t give you the time of day, so you’re taking it out on me?”
“Nope, but somebody needs to knock you down a notch. Besides, everyone knows Lynx is gay.”
“Whatever, girl. You wish he was gay because then you wouldn’t feel so bad about him ignoring your desperate ass. Maybe if you hadn’t fucked the whole boys’ basketball team, he’d give you the attention you’re so desperately trying to get.”
“Bitch!” Nichole shouted as she swung her fist and connected with the side of Fateema’s face.
Fateema made sure that was the last time Nichole’s fist connected and whupped her ass like she’d stolen her last dollar.
“Break it up! That’s enough!” Coach Ayers yelled.
She and some of the girls on the team pulled Fateema and Nichole apart, and Nichole’s face was bruised and battered, whereas Fateema’s barely looked touched.
“We do not tolerate this kind of behavior on the team. In my office,now! And I dare you to start up again,” she shouted.
Fateema snatched away from whoever was holding her and stomped to her coach’s office, still fuming. Coach Ayers and Nichole weren’t far behind. Once inside the coach’s office, the girls sat in the chairs in front of her desk. Fateema folded her arms across her chest, already in defense mode.
“What’s the problem here?” Coach Ayers asked.
When Nichole didn’t say anything, Fateema spoke up.
“I don’t have a problem, but I told you this bitch?—”
“Wait a minute! Watch your mouth!” yelled Coach Ayers.
“I tried to tell you that her and her friends have a problem with me.”
“Is that true, Nichole?”
“She’s not a team player,” Nichole whined.
“Girl, I have more assists right now than you’ve had your whole career. You’re just mad my best friend won’t let you suck his dick and?—”
Coach Ayers sprang out of her chair and slammed her fists on the desk, shouting, “That’s enough! Clean out your locker! You’re off the team!”
