All Mye Queen's Men, Chronicles of Love - Volume I (33 page)

"Gentlemen,
how's
it
going?"
 
He
asks
as
he
extends
his
hand
in
friendship.

"So,
you
can't
get
my
girl
so
now
you're
going
to
infiltrate
my
team?"
 
Paul
asked
annoyed.

"Actually,
Queen's
my
girl
and..."

"She
wasn't
last
night
when
she
was
sucking
my
dick."
 
Paul
quickly
interrupted.

"Yeah
…
And
as
I
was
saying,
I'm
a
football
player.
 
A
damn
good
one
I
may
add.
 
This
has
nothing
to
do
with
you
or
with
Queen.
 
I
joined
the
team
to
play
football.
Nothing
more
and
nothing
less."
 
Logic
continued,
unmoved
by
Paul's
comment.

Teddy
remains
silent
as
he
keeps
watch
for
the
coaches.

"Let
me
make
one
thing
clear.
 
You
are
wasting
your
fucking
time
here.
 
The
closest
you'll
ever
get
to
Queen
again
is
the
smell
of
her
pussy
on
my
breath."
 
Paul
declared
as
he
blows
his
breath
in
Logic's
face.
 
"So
give
it
up
and
get
on
with
your
pathetic,
meager
little
existence."

Logic
remained
calm
and
unfazed.
 
"That
would
be
quite
discouraging
if
that
in
fact
were
the
case.
 
Look,
I'll
see
you
gentlemen
on
the
field."
 
Logic
smiles
as
he
turns
and
walks
away.

On
the
practice
field
a
lot
of
the
same
hostility,
animosity
and
plain
old
playa
hating
continued.
 
Paul
basically
refused
to
acknowledge
Logic's
presence
on
the
football
field.
 
Despite
the
coaches
countless,
specific
instructions
to
give
Logic
the
ball
Paul
refused
to
run
any
play
that
involved
Logic
even
touching
the
ball.
 
Finally
the
head
coach
had
seen
and
had
enough.

"Crown
and
Hart,
both
of
you
get
over
here,"
Coach
Stevens
yelled.

Paul
and
Logic
leave
the
field
and
head
over
to
the
coach.

"Yeah
Coach?"
 
Paul
innocently
asks
as
he
takes
off
his
helmet.

"What
the
fuck
is
going
on
between
you
two?"

"Nothing
Coach,"
 
Paul
responded.

Logic
remained
silent.

"What
about
you
Hart?
 
What's
going
on
with
you
two?"

"Nothing
Coach."

"Nothing
my
ass!
 
If
nothing
is
going
on
then
why
are
you
two
girls
acting
like
you
on
your
damn
periods.
 
I
don't
know
what's
going
on
and
I
really
don't
care.
 
Although
I
can
bet
it
has
something
to
do
with
pussy.
 
Whatever
it
is
you
better
bury
it
and
you
better
bury
it
quick
and
deep.
 
Cause
I'm
sick
of
you
wasting
my
damn
time.
 
This
is
football
and
we're
a
damn
team.
 
Like
it
or
not.
 
So
when
I
call
a
damn
play
that
involves
you
giving
Hart
the
fuckin
ball.
 
Then
I
expect
you
to
give
Hart
the
fuckin
ball.
 
I
don't
have
time
for
this
bullshit.
 
Run
the
fuckin
plays
that
I
call
an
stop
improvising.
 
I
don't
want
to
see
if
Davine
can
catch
a
pass.
 
I
know
he
can.
 
I
want
to
see
if
Hart
can
run
the
fuckin
ball.
 
So,
give
Hart
the
fuckin
ball
so
I
can
see
what
the
fuck
he
can
do
with
it!
 
Do
you
understand?"

"Yes
sir."
 
Paul
answered.

"I
don't
want
to
have
this
conversation
again.
 
You
two
girls
are
not
going
to
raise
my
damn
blood
pressure
this
season.
 
I'll
put
all
you
bitches
on
pussy
lock
down
before
that
happens.
 
Your
dicks
will
be
so
dry
you're
shoot
sparks
when
you
piss.
 
So
fuck
with
me
if
you
want
to.
 
Now
shake
hands,
suck
dicks
or
do
whatever
you
two
need
to
do
to
kiss
and
make
up.
 
And
get
out
there
and
play
football
and
cut
out
all
the
fuckin
bullshit."

Logic
extends
his
hand
to
Paul
who
reluctantly
shakes
it.
 
"Let's
just
play
ball.
 
Queen
is
going
to
inevitably
choose
who
she
wants
to
be
with
and
I
’
m
cool
with
that.
 
But
for
now
let's
go
for
this
Championship
and
some
NFL
cheddar.
 
I've
seen
your
reel,
I
’
ve
seen
Teddy
’
s
reel
and
I
know
you've
seen
mine.
 
So
let's
just
make
some
shit
happen
that
in
the
long
run
will
benefit
all
of
us,
including
Queen."