on inside, so I had Tori by the hand for support. I also gave Jalen, like, three mints and some gum, to cover that beer up before knocking on the door.
He answered.
Damn ! I felt myself squeeze Toriâs hand extra tight.
âHi, Langston.â He then looked at Tori and Jalen. âCâmon in, you guys. Your father will be down in a minute.â
I couldnât believe the man who got my mother pregnant was letting his boyfriend answer the door. It almost made me lose my mind. I looked over at Jalen, who was about to laugh about the way this guy was walking as he went to get the man that made me.
My motherâs sperm donorâs friend, partner, or whatever you want to call him went by the name of Kenny. From what I knew about him, he was a lawyer. I really didnât care to know anymore about him because he turned my stomach. I was just happy he answered the door and went into another room so I didnât have to look at him. To me he was disgusting, and I didnât like the way he tried to play me like he really knew me, because it wasnât like that at all.
After a long two minutes, the man that walked out on me and my mother finally walked into the living room, where we were sitting. On the real, his place was nice. He had hardwood floors running all the way through it and had it dressed up tight with lots of colorful art. It was just what was happening inside of the house that made it ugly to me because of the way he left me to be in it. If he wasnât living up in there with the man, I could probably work through some of what he did to my mom, but not this way. There was no way I could.
He smiled when he walked in and stood over me with his arms outstretched to give me a hug. I kind of smiled at him, but a hug, I was not giving.
When he realized that a handshake was the only thing he was getting from me, he sat across from all of us in a chair. âYou look good, Langston. What are you now, six-six, two twenty?â
âNaah. Six-seven and a half, two forty.â
âI donât know where you got all this height and weight from.â
âHeâs blessed!â Jalen shouted out then smiled.
âJalen, how are you doing? Howâs your father?â
âIâm good, but heâs back in jail.â
âI see. Did you bring me something to drink?â
Jalen was surprised.
âI saw you over at the drive-thru on Livingston.â
âOh yeah. I was getting some soda and some Gatorade,â he explained.
Then he nodded in Toriâs direction. âSo who do we have here?â
Tori smiled. She knew how I felt about my father, but she didnât have a grudge about it. Sheâd even tried once or twice to get me to open up to him, but I wasnât having it. âIâm Tori,â she said.
I let him know as strong as I could. â Sheâs my girl .â
He picked up on my tone then ran some quick questions by me.
âOkay, so what brings you over? Need anything? Youâre still graduating, right? You pick a school yet? Iâve been waiting to hear something in the news about it.â
âYeah, we all graduate in a few weeks. Just came by to give you some news though.â
He looked at Tori hard. âYouâre not pregnant, are you?â
Tori moved her head back a bit then shook it no, with kind of a snarl on her face.
âNo, sheâs not pregnant, man.â
He looked at her then apologized.
âLook, I just came over to tell you that Iâm not going to college. Iâm going overseas to play ball for at least one year, maybe two, then to the NBA.â
The forced smile he was trying to display to us quickly disappeared, and his voice dropped a bit. âOverseas?â
âThatâs right!â Jalen said. â L is going to set that league on fire. Then he coming back to the States and show what it is.â
âSo youâre going to forgo your education to pursue some hoop
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