When star athlete, DeAndre Parker clashes with a tough no-nonsense female classmate, he quickly learns that unlike basketball, there's no playin' hard in the game of love.
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Two girls hovered by the sink in the girls' restroom, one was crying while the other was consoling her. In between Girl One's sobs I could just make out what she was upset about. Apparently she'd gone and hooked up with Tremaine Dickenson and he'd quickly dismissed her afterward. He'd even given her a gold bracelet as a walking away present.
Girl One's sobs increased and it took a lot out of me to not roll my eyes and scold her. Hell, at least he'd given her something before serving her walking papers. What was there to cry about?
"It's like he...used me." Girl One turned and faced her friend, showing her tear drenched face. She was pretty, and from the looks of her figure, she definitely fit their type.
At Moorehead High they were the cause of many female meltdowns. They as in the Ballas' Club. The Ballas' Club consisted of four boys who were on the basketball and football teams. Tremaine Dickenson was one of them, along with DeAndre Parker, Marcus Hamilton and Chris Jenkins. Together they went through girls like they went through Jordans. You'd think others would catch on and wise up, but some females at Moorehead were just that obtuse.
Finally giving in, I rolled my eyes and headed out of the girls' restroom. The girl's sobs were merely indicative of the looming breakdown she would endure.
She'd brought it on herself though, what Tremaine did was nothing new and she'd subjected herself into becoming smashed and passed as soon as she took it upon herself to take the shit that came out of his mouth seriously. There was just no point in offering up sympathy for the stupid and naïve.
Along the way to my fifth period Honors English class I bumped into my best friend Troiann Nguyen as she was closing her locker.
"CJ wait up!" she hollered to me. Troiann was a tiny little thing, even when hollering she came off small. She was only five-one, taking after her Vietnamese mother instead of being tall like her Black father. Being of a unique blend though, she was gorgeous with her brown sugar complexion and big almond shaped eyes.
"You will never guess what train wreck I just witnessed," I told Troiann as soon as she caught up to me.
She stopped digging in her bag and gave me all of her attention, leaning close. "What's up?"
I chuckled and shook my head. "Some girl was crying because Tremaine ended things with her after smashing."
Troiann shook her head as well. "These girls never learn. As soon as you give up the box the Ballas don't care about you anymore."
"Shit, at least she got a bracelet out of it."
"For real? What was she crying for then?"
I shrugged as we headed into our class. "Beats me."
Across the room stood Tremaine, laughing about something with DeAndre Parker. There was no denying that the two of them, along with the rest of their group, were good looking, dressed to impress with perfect haircuts and groomed facial hair—if any. It all made them stand out amongst the male population at Moorehead High.
