I think we both learned to never listen to me...

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Other significant peoples:

Former Duke Blue Devil Amile Jefferson

Former Duke Blue Devil Marshall Plumlee

Former Duke Blue Devil Rasheed Sulaimon

Former Duke Blue Devil and Current Philadelphia 76er Jahlil Okafor

Former Duke Blue Devil and Current Miami Heat Player Justise Winslow

Former Duke Blue Devil and Current Minnesota Timberwolf Tyus Jones

Former Duke Blue Devil Grayson Allen

Former Duke Blue Devil and Current Detroit Piston Luke Kennard

Former Duke Blue Devil and Current New Orleans Pelican Frank Jackson

Current Duke Blue Devil Marques Bolden

Y'all love Quinn and so do I!! So here you all go!

And I meant to tell you that with all these, they are all told one year in the future. And we came up with all these just this past summer... They were all on the beach in Myrtle Beach. 😊😊!!

Anyways! En-freaking-joy!!!
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Matt:

"SSSSO!! Are there any more chronicles to tell?!? Any at all??"

*Siiiigh. Frank always asks that.

Silence. "Anybody at all??", he asks again, thrusting his arms out and beaming widely with his mouth closed.

Aaaannd more silence. We all look around at each other. I rack my brain around, trying to come up with something, but I got nothing.

Which honestly shouldn't be the case because with Quinn, he's gonna ridicule you at least a half-dozen times, depending on a lot of factors...

"No?", he asks softly. Frank gets discouraged again for like the 10th time today and droops his arms, pouting. Marques pats his shoulder. He really loves story-time obviously.

I look over to Mama Amile Jefferson, whom I find to be staring right back at me. He nods his head at me, and it's like I all of a sudden match his idea. I already know which one he's thinking about. What can we say? We're the Jarents!

So that's the one I proceed to tell everybody. I clear my throat first; everyone turns to face me, Frank's face perking up a little.

"I uhhh, actually have one to tell you all...-" "YYYYAAY!!!", Frank yells in sheer delight, and rushes over to where Amile and I are sitting. He tackles me and hugs me around my neck.

"Thank you, dad!!", he says. I can't help but chuckle. "You're welcome, Frankie." He gets off me and jogs back over to his spot.

"Soooo!, what'll it beee, this!, tiime?", Quinn asks, leaning forward and smirking. I internally roll my eyes. "That one where you were going on and on about my beard at my first 'practice' as a sophomore", I reply.

"Ohhhhn-yeeeess, that one", Quinn smirks, arching his even trouble-looking eyebrows at me. Andre(😆⬇😆!!) rolls his eyes too and sighs.

This. _ucking. CUTIE.

"Oh yeeah, I'm ready", Rasheed grins, rubbing his hands together slyly. "Um, which one, exactly?", Luke asks. "We waaass-about tooo, welcoome, theee freshmans heyaah!, Lightskin Numba 2, yeeess", Quinn smirks again.

"Cool so that means we in it", Jahlil intervenes, shifting closer to Tyus. "Yeah, I know, but I don't remember hearing a thing about my cousin Matt's beard that day", Tyus says.

"That's becaauuse, y'aaall-wasnn't in theyaah yet. Aannd no one elssse, noticed", Quinn stretches out, sneering at me. I huff loudly. As usual. Amile lightly pats my upper back. "Reeallyyy!?", Sheed asks, more interested. I roll my eyes.

Justise's head suddenly snaps up from his phone. "Oh, this got us? $_it alright", he approves, sliding over to where Grayson was. Finally he gets off that thing!, I think.

"Finally, you get off that little manipulative piece of _rap!", Amile says right afterwards.

See, I told you.

"Yeah yeah, just hurry $_it up, it's kinda important", he declares, indicating his phone. "Justise please, nothing of yours is important", Grayson insults. "That's what you wanna think, white boy."

"Yeeah, and now you all of a sudden care about this?", Tyus questions, rolling his eyes. "Yes. Your $_itty little problem is?", he smirks. "Do y'all wanna hear the story or not?", I ask, annoyed. "I don't have to tell it, y' know."

"But you do! For ME!!", Frank persuades, throwing his arms out and beaming brightly. I sigh heavily. "Fine. You guys ready?" "NO!", Frank cries, and flops himself down onto Marques. He yelps when his elbow collides into his abdomen. Amile and I flinch.

"Now I'm ready!", he assures me. 'Ques has a grimace on his face while Frank beams and sits atop his stomach. He looks up happily and claps slowly. I smile discretely and shake my head.

"Yeeeess, go ahead and tell them, little $exyyy!", Quinn grins mischievously.

Ugh. "Alright..." *Flashback*.

Matt:

_amnit, I told myself I wasn't gonna be late today, I scold myself.

Oh well. Better late than never. As long as I get here before the freshmen do, I'm fine.

I make my way up the winding staircase to get to the practice gym. I can't believe I'm finally a Sophomore!! My freshman year went by so fast! Almost didn't want it to end, save for the fact that we got out in the 2nd round of the NCAA Tournament. So therefore, I guess it was time for a new beginning...

Man, do I love this place!, I gush. And I also love these people, who I'm so glad to be able to call my 2nd family.

And I just know the new freshmen coming in today will be extremely blessed and happy to call this place Home and these people Family too. Everybody! Everybody from me, to Plumdog, to the legendary Coach K! And even to that shady, slick, _utthole of a pain Quinn Cook... *Interruption of story*.

"_aaaaaannngg Matty-Matt! Tell us-hoooww, you reallyyy feeell, theenn!", Quinn speaks, grinning.

I sigh again. I lower my voice to myself. "Well it's the-" "Well it's the truth though", Amile finished out loud, coinciding with my statement and staring him down. Quinn just smirks.

..._ang Amile and I know each other so well... *Back to flashback*.

*Siiigh. Poor freshmen. Every year, he does the same thing while introducing them, whether he's a team captain or not. _eck. When he was a freshman, even he _exually assaulted the juniors and seniors on the team.

Especially Andre. Poor Andre. Sad he's gone.

At least all that stuff is what Amile told me. Speaking of,

Amiiiille (dreamily). *Siiiigh.

I can't wait to walk in to see his beautifully muscular framed body and menacing-yet-not face again. Just smiling away all the worries in the world. God I love him.

He's a junior this year, and not only that, but a team captain this year too! He deserves it, he's all grit, hustle, and determination, and all about the team. He'll make sure to help tone us down in times of trouble.

And in 'times of trouble', I mean Quinn. Ugh. He's also a captain again this year, the captain, as he's a senior this year (He wasn't actually a captain his Junior year, but y'all got it). So I know that whatever Quinn's gonna do to the new freshmen in a couple-a minutes, is gonna be way worse than what he's done in the past, including me.

When I was a freshman last year, at my introduction, he had squeezed my thighs and slowly worked his way down, commenting, while I stood there unphased. But that was until he had pressed himself up against me and groped me from behind, making me gasp at the sudden contact. And then he had the audacity to whisper to me, on👇-my👇-lips👇, "Can't wait 'til we get some facial hair on this $exy face of yours, kid."

(That whoolle paragraph you see above you, read into my twin sister's beautiful _$$ fanfiction, How I Met Your Mother - Matt Jones & Amile Jefferson (Jarents), for more inside access. 😆😏😌!!)

Well, I've got facial hair now, so I hope he's happy, note the sarcasm. He is literally such a dirty person, he even assaults our UNC rivals! And we are stated to have like the best freshman class in the whole country, so you know Quinn'll jump at these opportunities.

But anyway. Lemme get in here... *Interruption #2*.

"Yeah, more like get us in here. I ain't got a $_it's day to waste, you know. If you gonna have us in there, then have us in there! I didn't get off my phone for this."

"Justiiiiisse, shut your $_iiiiitt", Tyus drones. "Nobody caaaaarrees." "Well I dooooo." "Surprisingly", Grayson states bluntly, rolling his eyes. Justise flicks sand in his face; he sputters and flails around, Justise smirking and Luke laughing at his helplessness.

I huff loudly again. "Kids, kids, kids", I utter, pinching the bridge of my nose.

Amile senses my frustration. "I'll take over from here", he offers. "Especially since you still weren't in the room at the time." "Alright", I wearily agree... *Back at it*.

Amile:

I've been waiting here for like 20 minutes and Matt still hasn't showed up! I hope nothing bad happened to him. He's never late to a team meeting of any sort.

"Has anyone seen Matt today?", Coach K asks, all of us occupying the bleachers waiting for him and the freshmen to arrive. We all shake our heads no. "Do y'all think Matt could've maybe overslept or something?", I ask, slightly worried that it may be something else. "Could be possible", Marsh says. "Though he hardly ever does."

"Welll it doesn't mat-taaa! Aaas loonng aaas, he commes, wee-shoould!, be fiine", Quinn, sitting beside me with his arm propped up on his knee, speaks. "Don't be missin' ya boyfriend too much noow, Mmiley-Miiille!", he sneers. I roll my eyes.

We all quiet down when the gym door opens... In comes Matt. Finally. "Ayyyyyee, there go Matt, y'all!!", 'Sheed yells out.

We all burst out in triumph, none so more than than 'Sheed and Marshall as they wrap him in a headlock from my section, the Junior section. You'da probably expected me to be jumping around everywhere as well, but I'm more of the quiet admirerer type.

I smile as I admire his slightly more built-up body and arms. Quinn crawls up beside me, his hot breath all up on my neck. I jump a little and turn my head around to look at him, only to catch him staring up at Matt with a slick look on his face.

From the angle he's looking at him, it's like he's waiting to pounce on him and eat. Him. Up. He's cutting his eyes up devilishly at him, smirking wickedly, and slowly licking his lips. "My _igga got the facial hair on his $$$exy aa_$$", he breathes hotly in my ear.

Seriously?! "Ugh", I groan. "Get a hold of yourself, Quinn." "What... Ev... Err." Then he spits all up in my _ucking ear.

Uuuuggh! My goodneeess!, I whine internally as I scramble to get it all out with my finger. Quinn chuckles at my desperate efforts and then sits back as he watches Matt come over to us.

I manage to get it all out just in time and wipe it onto my gray Duke joggers. Then I glare at Quinn. He smirks right back at me. Jesus Christ.

I ignore him when Matt's smiling face comes over, a big smile forming my face too as I stare deep into his dark-brown eyes.

"Hey Amile", he murmurs as he drops down. "Welcome back, Matty", I whisper right back. Then he envelopes me in a huge hug. Of course, I return it, wrapping my arms around his flawless small forward-esque frame. It's so amazing, really. Gosh I love him so much... *Interruption #3*.

"This $_it seems like it's very much on the pathway to Jarents", Tyus interrupts. "Riiiight!? Thought this was about meeee, Mmatty-Mmatthew-Mmatt Jones!", Quinn says, leaning toward me.

I sigh loudly. "I'm sure Amile was _ucking getting there", I semi-calmly hiss at him. Jahlil looks slightly taken aback.

Frank gasps dramatically. "Dad cussed!!!" Marques pats his shoulder. "It'll be fine, Frankie." "You're right. Keep going, mom!", he tells Amile.

"Actually, I'm done. I'll let Daddy Jones take over from here." I smirk; Frank shrieks. "I love when he calls Dad thhat!!" "Eh, it's alright", Grayson shrugs.

I look towards him. Luke punches him to shut him up. "Okay..." *Back at it again!*.

Matt:

Right after I release from the Heavenly hug of Amile Jefferson, I get sucked in by the _ellish grasp of Quinn Cook.

That being said, Quinn sucks me in to his pelvis by the bottom of my jersey-shirt. I try to get out of his grasp, but he crosses his legs around my calves and presses our front-sides together, his arm wrapped around my back to keep me from escaping.

What's worse is that Coach K is literally right there on the other side of the gym, and he isn't looking. Allways Quinn, alllways Quinn.

"Quinn, get off of me." "Soooo!", he says in his- for once- regular-pitched voice, ignoring my order, "I see you done grown out the facial haaiirr! Ayyye, Matty?" "Quinn, I said get off." He laughs slyly.

"You were always... defensive", he smiles deviously. "It's a good thing you honin' y' craft off the court now, too!", he smirks. Then he brings me down by my neck with his spare arm.

He places his hand on my chin of hair. I try to squirm away. "Iiiii just!, wannaaa-feeell!, iit", he 'promises' me. I sigh as I let him finger it; then he lifts both his arms around my neck and brings my face down close to his.

"Toldja you were gonna be _ucking $$exy with facial hair", he whispers slowly on my lips. Then he takes a slow, gradual lick on the actual hair.

My face and brain were filled with disgust. Out of all the terrible things he's ever done to me... that, was literally untouchable to the others.

And he knows it too.

I can practically feel the smirk on his lips. He then sucks on it and even kisses it, making sure it's heard, before smoothly pushing me back. I fall into Amile, who catches me.

And of course at that exact _ucking moment, Coach decides to turn his head in our direction. And I see a couple-a heads just happen to pop up behind the door. Looks like the freshmen are here...

And it had to happen now. God_amn.

"Llllet usss, goo Mmmiley-Miiille! It is tiime." He taps Amile on his cheek and strolls over to stand a few yards in front of the door, along with Amile, but not before glancing back at me with a huge smug smirk on his face.

Bested by Quinn yet again. Mother-freaking... *End of flashback*.

Matt:

"And there you guys go", I finish, rolling my eyes up to the clouds. Frank starts clapping enthusiastically. "Bra-vo, bra-VO!!", he beams. Justise spits out his lemonade. "That $_it's all?!?" "Uhhh, yeah. Be blessed", Amile says, shrugging.

"Oh _ELL to the _ucking no!! There's more! I know it!", Rasheed insists. "So?", I frown.

"Theyaaah was moorre!, but heeee-don't wannaa-tell it", Quinn looks down, sounding discouraged, though he obviously like never is. "Cool so tell us then." "Jahlil, weren't you just listening?!", Tyus scolds him.

"Nn-" "Nope. As usual", Grayson cuts him off, sighing and shaking his head. Jahlil turns to glare at him, while Justise flares his nose up at me. "You said we were gonna be in the thing."

"Y'all were, remember? But I skipped $_it. No need for all that in a 'chronicles'. And besides, the rest of that other c_ap was just basically the same stuff Quinn did to me while we were alone in my dorm room. Nothing overly special."

"Ohhhn-yeeeess! Alone indeeed!!" "Quinn, $_ut up", Amile demands. Quinn just giggles cockily. Ugh.

"Alone?!? Oh, tell us, dad!!", Frank pleads. "Frankie, let it go", 'Ques quietly urges. "Anything for you, Mar-QUES!!", he yells, squeezing him around his neck.

"SO! Any more chronicles?!?"
Oh Lord...

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--Syashia, you love Quinn, you do. You just don't know it yet.

--Kayden and Karrington Weston

Welp, yyya girl always gonna be late if she says $_it, so...

I'ma just not say $_it.

Around 2,400 words. I can't even say I'ma try to keep these under 2,000 words either, 'cuz I know I'ma just defy myself. So, like I said,

I'ma just not SAY $_it.

But uhhhh, at least it ain't take a month like I easily promised you guys!! 😌😏.

I know there was a _ELLuva lotta Jarents, but it don't matter because, well, we all LOVE Jarents!!

The part where Justise was goin' on about 'You said we were in here!', that's actually gonna be part of a later fanfiction I've got in store for you guys!! Karrington and I came up with it together!

And next up, just so you guys are prepared, it's 3 Blue-Blood $hips in a row!! I got my next 4 all planned! 😄😄!!!

And uhhh, happy belated birthday to me!!! #October2nd! #TheOfficial16!!

Fruit Roll-yourselves-Up into a blanket for next time and stay ready for that action!