application materials. But itâs not for college exactly. Instead, itâs for dual enrollment classes. Iâve heard about that stuff, but itâs not the kind of thing kids from Marion East do, so I donât know exactly what it means.
Before I can pry further though, Jasmine sets her tray down on the table. âSnoop much?â she says. Busted as can be, I start to stammer out an apology. For once, Jasmine lets me off the hook. âItâs okay, Derrick,â she says. âYouâre digging, but Iâve been holding back. So itâs okay.â
âSo whatâs that about?â I ask, pointing to the pamphlet.
âItâs so I can take college courses next semester,â she says. âGet some basic credits out of the way before I get to college next year.â She sees some confusion on my face. She explains more. Sheâs not going to IUPUI for college, she tells me. Sheâs still holding out for a better ACT score. But the stuff she takes at IUPUI in the spring will transfer to college.
I nod and start chowing down on my last few bites of burger. Then it hits me. If sheâs at the IUPUI campus next semester, then that means sheâs not at Marion East. âSo youâre gone?â I ask. I try not to sound hurt, but I think I do anyway.
She nods. âIâve got everything I need to take at Marion East out of the way,â she says. âThereâs not much more there for me.â She winces on that last sentence. It stung me and she knows it. âI didnât mean it that way, Derrick,â she says. âIâve been waiting to tell you becauseâI donât know. Because you and I have always had this thing . But I guess I just realized itâs a high school thing. One way or another, weâre going separate ways soon enough.â
I feel blindsided. Coach Bolden could walk in the door and tellme that I just dreamt the Warren Central win, that Upchurch lit me up for 30 and we got run out, and it wouldnât be a smack upside the head like what Jasmine just put on me. I canât let it show though. I take a second to gather myself, and then point at her tray. Sheâs made a tragic mistakeâsheâs tried to go sensible at Sure Burger. Plain fries. A burger with no cheese or mayo, but extra lettuce and tomato. âDamn, girl,â I say. âEven when youâre trying to indulge, you donât know how.â
She smiles. She offers a polite little laugh. Both of us know it doesnât erase what she just told me, but it lets her breathe easy about it.
Besides, sheâll still be in the city even if sheâs on a different campus. As long as weâre in the same state, itâs never really over. Both of us know that much.
8.
Indiana. Michigan State. Florida. These schools arenât going anywhere. Neither is anyone else texting and calling and peeping my lines. They might be in a rush to sign me, but itâs not like theyâre gonna stop playing college basketball if I donât give them an answer.
But junior year at Marion East? Thatâs disappearing with each second. So I best make it count. And if Jasmineâs bailing on me, and Wes has his head all fogged up with smoke, fine. That just means itâs me and my boys.
So come the next Friday, Iâm not checking the stands to catch a smile from Jasmine or a fist pump from Wes or to take inventory on the recruiters. Sure, I give a nod to my people, but all my attentionâs on the other end of the floor. Louisville Ballard. Stacked. All five starters are going Division I, and they have a freshman coming off the benchâLeGarrett Mayâwhoâs going to be better than any of them. Itâs the first game of a four-team tourney in Louisville, the kind of thing Marion East never got invites to before I hit the scene.
I make the rounds during warm-ups, pumping my boys up.Theyâre all juiced for the chance to take on a
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