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

Chapter Sixteen

I mingled with my cousins before I went over near November, Carina, Darshay, and Lola. November filled her cup to the rim with straight vodka and drunk it down with no problem. I watched her eye Daniel and his new chick who I told he could bring when he asked.

I walked over to them both and first greeted Daniel with a hug. "Hey, Daniel!"

"What's up, Brielle?" He asked, giving me a hug,

"I just came over here to introduce myself since you could'nt bring your girlfriend over and introduce us to each other," I joked. "Hi, my name is Brielle. I'm one of Daniels close friends."

"Its nice meeting you, Brielle. My name is Aniya. I'm sorry for Daniels rude self." She said, giving me a hug.

I laughed. "Yeah I'm sorry too. Well, I have to get back over to my friends. I'll see you guys around."

"Was that really necessary?" November asked me, sipping out of her red cup.

"What are you talking about?"

"You went over there and hugged that bitch." She spat.

"November, its not even like that. I went over there and introduced myself. I'm sorry if me giving her a hug effected you like that."

"Sure you are." She said, walking away.

I just shrugged my shoulders and went inside the house to use the bathroom. After I finished washing my hands, someone knocked at the front door. I opened it and there stood Christopher.

I left the door open and walked back inside the bathroom to fix my hair.

"No hello?" He asked.

"Hi," I said, wiping some sweat off of my forehead. "Is that good enough for you?"

"Why are you so damn salty?"

"I'm not salty, Christopher. I don't want to argue tonight. I just want to have fun. If that's to much for you then don't talk to me."

"I don't want my girlfriend to be mad at me," He said, hugging me from behind. "I just want us to have fun together."

I turned around and hugged him. It was kind of weird because he smelled Viva La Juicy and I didn't own that perfume. The only reason why I know what it smells like is because Darshay wears it sometimes. I looked up at him and noticed something on his neck. Something that made me want to beat the shit out of him right then and there.

"So you fucked her, huh?" I asked, letting go of him.

"What?" He asked.

"Don't fucking lie to me, Christopher!" I yelled. "I should've known all along that you were fucking that other bitch!"

"Brielle, what are you talking about?"

"That fucking hickie on your neck is what I'm talking about!" I screamed.

He looked over in the mirror and saw what i was talking about. "Shit." He mumbled.

"You're fucking liar and a cheater." I yelled, hitting him his chest. "I swear I hate you!"

"Look I'm sorry!"

"That's all you have to say? You're sorry? Remember when you said you would never hurt me? Don't you remember all those lies you told me that made be believe you were a good dude and we were just going through a phase? You knew how much lies I've been told and you couldn't even be one hundred with me? Get the fuck out of my house!"

"Bri-"

"Now!" I screamed.

When he left, I sat down on the toilet seat and cried a little. After all when I thought Christopher wasn't cheating, it was true. I just didn't want to believe it I guess. I washed my hands and made my way back outside where everyone was. At this point, the whole crew was together except for me.