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

Chapter Twenty One

My father and I were talking about sending me, Jacob, and a couple of friends down the Mexico for a week or two. Since I currently had no friends, I didn't know what I wanted to do. I wanted to go but at the same time I didn't want to feel like I was interfering with his family. I'm perfectly fine being here in California with my family.

"Brielle, someone is here for you." Jacob said, opening my door.

I paused the music on my laptop and slipped on my house slippers before I walked down the staircase. There sat Lani, Keke, Ms. Wright, Christy and Chresanto in my living room on my couch. I smiled. "Hey, guys! I didn't know you all were coming."

"Your mother and I are going out tonight with some of our friends," Ms.Wright said, kissing me on my cheek. "It's nice seeing you."

"It's nice seeing you too, Ms. Wright!" I sat down on the other end of the couch with Keke and Lani. I squeezed both of their cheeks making them laugh. "How are my little munckins? Did you guys come over to play with me?"

"Yeah!" Lani screamed. "Daddy say me and Keke can stay with you and pway!"

"Yay!" I exclaimed. "I can't wait."

"Can we pwease spend the night, Brielle?" Lani asked.

"Of course you guys can! You have to ask your dad first."

"Chresanto, can me and Lani spend the night?" Keke asked.

"If she doesn't have a problem, I guess not."

"Let me take these kids to go get some night clothes while I wait on your mother," Ms. Wright said. "Her slow ass."

I laughed. "You know her, Ms. Wright. I'll be here waiting for you guys."

"Are you coming, Chresanto?"

"Nah, I'm going to stay here and talk to Jacob."

I rolled my eyes and made my way back upstairs so I could clean up here and there. I started to fold some laundry when I got a knock at my door. I sighed. "Come in."

"Hey." Chresanto said, closing the door behind him.

I sighed. "What do you want, Chresanto?" I asked.

"Can we talk?"

"I don't want to, Chresanto. You don't need to explain anything to me."

"If I don't have to explain anything then why are you made at me?" He asked, showing that stupid smirk of his.

"Can you please leave me alone? I don't want to talk to you and I'd like if you'd respect that."

"Lose the attitude, Brielle. We're not in high school anymore. Lets act like the adults that we are."

I sighed. He was right. "Start talking."

"Are you mad because of what November said?" He asked, sitting on the foot of my bed.

"I not mad. I'm sad, hurt, and lastly heartbroken."

"But why?"

"Chresanto, I would be lying if I said I didn't have feelings for you. I swear, it's like I have bad luck with guys! That same night I found out that Christopher cheated on me and that you've cheated on me once again when we were dating."

"He cheated on you?" Chresanto asked, bawling up his fist. "Thank whack ass nigg-"

"Chresanto, stop. You're no better than Christopher. You did the same thing in high school. Both of y'all ain't shit!"

"What we had was long ago, Brielle. I just want to start over. I want to forget about everything that happened in high school."

"I can't forget, Chresanto! My heart is still broken and I can't trust you. I can't be in a relationship where I can't trust you, Chresanto! Every time I look at you, I remember. I remember how I cried for hours because I was always finding out something new about you and your ways. Now, almost three years later I'm finding out that you cheated on me with my best friend too!"

He rubbed his head. "I know I made a lot of mistakes, Brielle and I wish that I could take it back but I can't, but I can show you that I grew up. Please, please just let me."

I shook my head. "I don't want nothing to do with you," I said, wiping my tears. "I want absolutely nothing to do with you."

"Brielle, please don't cry." He said, sitting me in his lap and placing my head against his chest.

"Don't tell me to not cry, Chresanto. I just got out of a relationship with a guy I love and thought that he loved me back. Now you come in here talking all this bullshit and I just can't take it anymore, Chresanto! I can't!" I sobbed.

"Shh, shh. It'll be alright." He said, kissing my forehead.

I looked him in his eyes. "No it wont, Chresanto. Nothing will be alright. Maybe coming back to California was bad for me. I didn't have this many problems when I was in New York."

"What I did was wrong and what Christopher did was wrong but you're not going to get anywhere if you don't forgive and forget."

"Why can't you understand that I can-"

That's when he kissed me, catching me totally off guard. I couldn't say that I fought back or tried to stop him because all I wanted right now was some love and affection. Plus does soft lips, ugh. They got me every time.

"Can you just shut up and let me love you?" He asked, staring into my eyes.

"You're so bad for me, Chresanto but I just can't get over you."