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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Rap videos were on TV as Troiann and I sat up in her bedroom Wednesday evening discussing the first day of senior year. We talked about who lost weight and who found it, who hooked up and who broke up, and who had babies, neglecting to talk about who got pregnant all together.
Troiann and the Ballas had obviously grown closer while I was away, because she had nothing but adventures to fill me in on. Midnight streaking with Chris, egging an annoying teacher's house with Tremaine and Marcus, and watching movies with DeAndre along with a few other shenanigans Tremaine and she had gotten into.
I looked around Troiann's bedroom. It had changed over the summer. Her bed was moved, her TV swapped out for a flat screen, and there were lots of pictures everywhere.
On her nightstand were a cluster of photos, some from our youth and others from recent years. There were a few new ones I hadn't recognized that I had to grab to get a good look at.
One frame held a photo of the Ballas and Troiann at After Hours, another of Troiann and Anh in bikinis at some lake. I gravitated towards a photo of DeAndre that was sticking out. He was sitting on the hood of a black Rolls-Royce Phantom; his legs open wide with the hood ornament in between them. DeAndre was holding up three fingers on one hand and an O on the other, representing our area code. Marcus was posted at the grill of the car with a snapback on giving an adorable little mean mug that even had me about to giggle like a school girl.
"They looked so good I had to take a picture," Troiann said.
I ran my thumb over the image of DeAndre. He was wearing a gray t-shirt with the word Jefe on it along with camouflage shorts and some basketball sneakers. Yeah, they did.
There was another photo of Troiann under DeAndre's arm doing her impression of a duck face pout. The last photo was of her and Marcus kissing with the moon shining down on them.
"Mr. Parker got DeAndre the car for senior year and because he knows this season is going to be hard without his brothers on the court. We went driving and just started taking pictures," said Troiann.
"Sounds like you guys had fun while Chris and Trey were away."
Troiann side eyed me. "Not as much fun as you and Tremaine apparently."
I knew I had that coming.
"Yeah," I let out.
Troiann crossed her arms. "Okay, spill, CJ. What happened?"
I thought of the midnight swim Tremaine and I'd shared, knowing it was staying in Florida. "Nothing."
Troiann went back to watching videos. "You suck, Cree."
"Anyway," I said, changing the subject, "this year's off to a good start, don't you think?"
