A Player Remade (Sequel to A Player in the Remaking)

Chapter Sixteen

"Guys!" I yelled trying to get Chresanto's and Jacob's attention.

"What now, Brielle?" Jacob asked with an attitude.

I rolled my eyes and walked into the living room with my hands on my hips. "First of all, don't get smart! Second of all, can you guys run to the store and get some more soda and water?"

He groaned. "why did you tell me to tell Chresanto earlier? Brielle, you're taking this party to serious."

"I'm sorry, I forgot! And I'm taking it serious because for one, some of my friends from New York are coming down and for two, do you know how many people we invited? A lot!"

"Alright, c'mon, Chresanto. We'll be back in a few."

I ran up the staircase to my room and walked down the hallway. I heard Christopher on the phone when I was about to open the door but instead, I just placed my ear against the door and listened to his conversation.

"Yeah, I'm at my girls house right now but I can come through real quick." He spoke.

I could'nt hear what the person on the other line was saying but after that, he chuckled and said, "I miss you too."

"Alright, I'm gonna stop by but I can't stay for long."

"Bye."

I waited a bit before I actually walked inside of my room. Christopher was spread out of my bed scrolling down on his phone. He looked up and smiled at me before he started putting his shoes on.

"I got to go somewhere real quick. I should be back in a hour or two."

I shrugged. "Ok, bye."

"Why do you have a attitude?" He questioned, raising his voice a little.

"I don't have a attitude, Christopher. All I said was bye. That's it."

"Whatever, I'll see you later."

He slammed my door shut and I rolled my eyes. 'He gets on my fucking nerves.' I thought to myself. I picked out my outfit which was a pair of black high waisted shorts, and a black muscle shirt that read 'Trill' on it. I ironed the shorts and the shirt then put it across my desk chair. I heard the door slam downstairs. I trotted down the staircase and helped Jacob with the cases of water while Chresanto brought in the cases of soda.

"Thanks a lot, guys. I'll pay you back, Jacob." I said, sitting down on the couch.

"No, it's fine. I used mom's debt card anyways."

"She let you use it?"

"Duh, how do you think I got a hold of it? She said since it was for the party that she'll allow me to use it."

I nodded my head. The time on my phone read five fifty eight. I had about two hours until everyone was going to start coming. "Well, I'm getting tired, guys. I'm going to take a nap. Can you please make sure I'm awake by seven, Jacob? I still have to get ready and stuff."

"Sure."

As soon as my body hit my soft sheets, I was knocked out.

***

"Brielle! Wake your immigrant ass up and get ready!" Jacob yelled, hitting my face with a pillow.

"Jacob!" I yelled, smacking him. "Why do you always have to be extra got dammit!"

"Girl go brush your teeth! Smelling like the struggle and three cans of bounce that ass! You nasty!"

I giggled just a little before I tackled Jacob and blew my hot breath on his face. "Do you like that?"