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

Chapter Twenty Two

"Hello?" I asked, tapping the speaker button.

"Brielle Perez!" Lola shouted through the phone.

I laughed. "Yes, Lola Lopez to be?"

"Girl don't be calling out my government like that the police might be looking for me."

I laughed. "What do you want?"

"Have you checked up on Darshay or November lately?"

"Nope," I said, popping the p. "Why?"

"Well they are you friends, B."

"I haven't talked to them since what happened that night at my party and I don't plan on talking to them for a while."

"This is some bullshit, I wish you guys could just make up already."

"Yeah, me too. I'm not really mad at November. I'm just hurt that throughout my relationship with Chresanto she knew that Chresanto was cheating on me with my best friend and for Darshay, sometimes I wish she wasn't pregnant so I could pop her one good time. This whole entire time she has been smiling in my face when she knew she was fucking my dude!"

"Shit, I feel you I wish somebody would with Ray I would've sliced they asses up so quickly."

"Exactly, you know where I'm coming from. It's going to take me some time before I could actually forgive her and I can't promise that I would forgive her."

"You will eventually. She is having your niece or nephew."

"Please, please don't remind me," I said. "If we were friends now, I would've already been spoiling him or her."

"That's why you need to put this in your past. I promise you, it's not worth it, B."

"I know... It's just that my feelings be getting the best of me sometimes."

"Do you miss her?"

"Of course, she was my best friend."

"Then you need to forgive her and start all over. Same with November."

I sighed. "I'll try, Lola. I'll call you back, though. My phone is dying."

Even though my phone was on eighty five percent, I hung up. I didn't want to talk about it anymore. All this drama is starting to get old with me.

I threw my keys on the dinning room table and walked up to my room. I laid across my bed and just stared at the ceiling. Sometimes I thought about buying a ceiling mirror. It would be funny waking up every morning looking at myself, haha.

"How did everything go?" Chresanto asked, walking into my room.

I shrugged. "Good, we're officially over now."

"Are you sad?"

"Not as much as I thought I would be. I think I could coupe without him. I knew it was going to be over sooner or later anyways. They do say that all the good things don't stay good for long."

"Do you still love him."

"I have love for him but I'm not in love with him."

"So what does that mean for us?"

"It means nothing. I need a break from all the relationship bull crap, Chresanto. I just want to focus on myself for a while and handle some things before I can even think about being in another relationship."

"I guess I can deal with that."

"You have no choice but to. It's nothing against you, but I just need to be alone."

"How much time do you think you will need?"

"A couple of days, weeks, months, maybe even years. I don't really know."

"You know I'll be waiting for you, right? I really want to work things out with you."

I nodded my head. "You've made that very clear but why me? There's plenty of girls out here that you could have."

"But I want you. I can't even compare you to the other girls out here in this world. You're special to me, Brielle. I just want another chance with you."

"I swear I hate you and love you at the same time," I said, giggling a little. "It's crazy."

"I guess that's what love does to you, right?"

"Maybe. It might just actually be that reason."

"I hope so, because I do know that I'm in love with you."

I grinned. "Maybe I'll be able to say that back to you one day."

"I hope and pray every night." He replied, winking at me.

I giggled. "Get out, Chresanto. I'm about to take a nap."

"Alright." He said, walking out of my room. "I love you."

"Mhmm." I said, pulling the covers over my head. "Bye, Chresanto."

Darshay

At exactly eight am I pulled the covers from over by body and yawned loudly. I took my bonnet off and ran my fingers through my straight weave. I walked down the staircase and right to the kitchen. I grabbed my favorite box of cereal, a bowl, and a spoon. I quickly ate my food, silently, and headed back upstairs to take a quick shower and get dressed for work. This is how my morning started most of the time. Since I don' t have any friends anymore or a boyfriend, to me fun is being at work. Usually I'm there with a few other coworkers but they were all old ladies. My life was officially boring.

The only people who still talked to me were Lola and Aniya - Daniels girlfriend even though she isn't really apart of the crew. I ran into her at the mall one day and we've been pretty cool since. Since her life is pretty busy, we've only gotten to hang out twice but I'm cool with that. At least someone is there for me.

Every now and then, Jacob would check up on me and make sure the baby is doing okay. He sounds happy on the phone so I guess that's a plus... I couldn't sit here and say that as long as he's happy I'm happy because then I would be lying. Truthfully, I'm not happy. I'm a twenty year old, single mother to be with no friends and barely any family. But I guess what happens to you when you trust the wrong people. For example - November. I know fucking Chresanto was wrong but who really cares? It was in the past anyways. Things are meant to be forgotten about. I would've had a better chance telling someone else then November. I probably wouldn't be in this damn mess in the first place with her alcoholic ass.

Ever since Daniel dumped her she's been acting like the whole entire world has been falling apart. Okay so what her and Daniel have been going out for "four years" she needs to get over herself. Maybe if she was a better girlfriend he could've still been wrapped around her fingers but no, she let one of the good ones go.