began a game of horse on one end of the court, while a group of guys played three on three on the other side. After the first game, Julius started to loosen up.
âYouâre better than I expected you to be,â Julius stated. âI guess dating a star basketball player has it perks.â
Denim bounced the ball and took a shot, missing the goal.
âTo tell you the truth, I could play ball before I started dating Dré. I have an older brother, and we used to play together all the time.â
Julius bounced the ball and took a shot, hitting it. He turned to her and said, âI know you picked up something from being around Dré.â
Denim knocked the basketball out of his hand, and while dribbling it, she said, âYou underestimate my skills. I see Iâm going to have to stop playing with you.â
âOh, is that what youâve been doing?â he asked with a chuckle.
She took the shot from the spot where Julius had previously made his basket and got nothing but the net.
âDamn!â Julius yelled, because he had taken the shot from almost center court.
Denim put her hands on her hips before moving to another area on the court and said, âI tried to tell you. Now weâre going to do this by my rules.â She made a baseline shot and said, âInstead of playing horse, weâre going to do algebra.â
âAre you serious?â Julius asked, pouting somewhat as he dribbled the ball.
âDonât whine, Julius. Algebra is the reason weâre spending time together, right?â
âWhatever,â he answered as he missed his shot.
âOkay, Iâm going to mix things up a little bit,â she explained. âIâm going to ask you algebra questions, and if you get it right, you get to ask me questions. Get it wrong, I get to ask you other questions not pertaining to algebra. Is that fair?â
Julius was a little reluctant to agree to her terms, but he eventually decided to go along with her. Denim wasted no time asking Julius to solve algebra equations they had been studying. Some he got right, and some he got wrong. When he got a particular question wrong, Denim decided to ask him a very personal question.
âSince you missed that shot, hereâs your first question not related to algebra.â
Julius looked at her in anticipation of the question and clenched his teeth.
âWhy were so tense in the library earlier? And I want the truth, Julius Graham.â
He blushed and dribbled the basketball without making eye contact with her.
âStop stalling,â Denim demanded. âYou have to answer the question without hesitation.â
He shot the ball and hit the shot. âI wasnât tense. Itâs just that I have stuff on my mind.â
âWhat kind of stuff?â she asked, pushing him for a more direct answer. âYouâre not being bullied, are you?â
âNo, Iâm not being bullied. Itâs personal, and itâs making it hard for me to concentrate.â
Denim looked at her watch and noticed that their time together had ended and it was time to go. âWe donât have a lot time to waste, Julius, so whatever you have thatâs messing with your head, take care of it, because report cards will be coming out soon.â
He stared off across the basketball court at the other students without replying. Denim could tell he was definitely distracted, and she needed to snap him out of it. What she didnât know was how serious his distraction was.
âIâll make sure Iâm on top of my game before report cards come out,â he finally told her.
The last thing he wanted was to put Denim in danger, and he knew he had to be as elusive as possible.
âI hope so, because I hate that youâre letting something keep you from handling your business with me,â she said as she retrieved the basketball. âIâm here if you ever want to