Harper steps out of his Mercedes in front of the house and checks his phone, making sure he got the address right. He walks to the front door and knocks in the pattern he remembered from his childhood. His cousin answers and daps him up. "Aaron says you're his favorite player, but he can't play football right now because his grades are in the trash." Harper chuckles for a seconds before a stern look from his cousin shuts him up. "Can you talk to him?" Harper nods. He walks into the kitchen where a tall, dejected looking kid sits slumped over a bowl of cereal. When he looks at Harper he perks up. "I heard your grades aren't looking too hot", Harper opens. The kid shakes his head, too starstruck to speak. "You know in my freshman year I had straight Ds for the first quarter of the year since I wanted to be cool and show off how little homework I did.", Harper continues "I damn near got kicked off the team before I started locking in and doing work." The kid smiles and asks, "Really?". "Yes, really. I ended up being an A/B student the rest of high school. If you really love football you'll care enough to pick those grades up." The kid smiled and reached out his hand, Harper dapped him up and asked if he wanted to play some madden. "I lost my Xbox because of my grades," the kid said. "I'll talk to your dad", Harper said with a laugh.
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