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thought he wasn’t going to make it to the league, including the guys who didn’t get any time. I didn’t like that aspect of college, and that’s why I decided to play overseas first.
    My walk and thoughts about the situation were getting me hyped up to tell my mom of my decision because I knew she would go there. I was a few blocks from home when I heard someone calling out to me.
    â€œHey, big baller!”
    I turned around to see who it was.
    â€œDon’t be acting like you don’t know my voice, boy.”
    Then I felt a tug on my shirt.
    â€œGirl, don’t be sneaking up on me like that. What’s up?”
    Katrina said, “Where you goin’?”
    â€œOn my way home.”
    â€œGood. Me too. I don’t feel like doing Mr. Dean’s class today. Plus, it’s my last class of the day. I will get with him later.”
    â€œYou better take your butt back to class, Katrina. You know Dean don’t play that.”
    â€œWhatever. Why you not up in there then?”
    â€œâ€™Cause I have a scout I need to talk to.”
    â€œGet out of here with that, Langston. You be straight milkin’ this all-American status, don’t you?”
    â€œSomebody’s got to do it.”
    â€œWell, later for Dean and his acronym-slinging ass.” Katrina looked behind us then squeezed my butt.
    â€œOh, you just going to touch me like that all out in the open?”
    â€œI missed you, L . I mean, it ain’t like you have been touching on me. Where have you been anyway?”
    â€œBeen handling mine, working out, whatnot.”
    â€œYo’ ass been hanging with Tori. That’s what you been doing. I heard y’all was at the mall the other day. You don’t have to lie.”
    I looked down at Katrina’s smiling face and couldn’t help but smile back at her. Out of all the girls who I knew had a crush on me, she was the most aggressive.
    â€œYeah, I been hanging with her too. Now what?”
    â€œOh, so now it’s ‘now what’? Boy, please.”
    Katrina rolled her eyes at me then walked in front of me like she didn’t want to be bothered. She had to know I was peeping how her Apple Bottoms jeans were fitting her. As she walked, she snatched off her button-down sweater and let her matching, tight-fitting tee that stopped just above her tattoo along the small of her back shine for all to see.
    â€œA’ight, a’ight. Hold up, Katrina,” I called out.
    She kept walking, but now her walk was harder than any contestant on America’s Next Top Model .
    â€œGirl, are you going to walk with me or what?”
    She yelled back as she slowed down, “You gonna act like you know somebody or what?”
    â€œOkay, okay.”
    â€œYou sure, mister basketball star?”
    â€œLook, I said okay.” I jogged up to her. “Got a million games, don’t you?”
    â€œNo, you’re the one with the game, Langston.”
    â€œOh, I got game?”
    Katrina put her hand on her hip. She knew I was looking her up and down. She knew how to work her look and make sure all eyes were on her when she wanted to get your attention. Katrina was about five feet nine inches, 145 pounds. with a smoking body that made even the girls look at her on a daily basis. She kept her hair in a ponytail and loved to rock low-cut jeans and short tees. I don’t know if it was just me, but she reminded me of Rema Ma.
    Katrina once wore a dress in the spring time, and when the administrator saw her in the dress and the lining of her thong, he stared at her for about five minutes. When his eyes were full, he told her to go home and change because she was way too much of a distraction.
    â€œYou mean like how you played me last week and told me you were coming over and never did? I always told you that I have to make sure people are out the house when you come over, and I did what I had to do. Then yo’ ass don’t even