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

Chapter Twenty Three

I finished setting the table then walked over to the door with my mom. I first hugged Mary and greeted her. She seemed like a nice, sweet woman. She had a low cut afro that was blonde and she was very short or maybe it was because I was wearing six inch heels.

"Where's that boy of yours, Mary?" My mother asked.

"Oh, he's outside parking the car. There he goes right there."

I watched as a black card parked on the street across from ours. A tall, light skinned boy closed the door and cam jogging over to our house. He had both arms tatted up and a nice sense of style. He was very cute and he looked vary familiar.

"Over here, Tre!" Mary hollered from our house.

He looks so familiar. I thought.

"Hello, Tre. It's nice seeing you again." My mother said, greeting him with a hug.

"It's nice to see you too, Ms. Jones." He said, hugging her back.

"This is my daughter, November. November, Tre. Tre, November."

"Hello," I said, shaking his hand. "It's nice meeting you, Tre."

"You too," He said smiling, showing off his pearly white teeth and dimples. "You look very familiar."

"I was thinking the same thing. I just can't remember where I might know you from, though."

"Me either." He said.

"Well, the others should be here soon. Would you all like any appitizers or drinks until?" My mother asked.

"No thank you, Sheila. You've doon enough by letting us into your home."

I sat down on the couch and Tre sat beside me. I smiled at him and he smiled back. "You look very nice tonight, November."

"Why thank you, Tre. You look pretty nice too."

"I'm trying to remember where I know you from."

"Me too! You look so familiar, I just can't recall where I know you from."

"Have you ever been to California Kitchen before? The one on H street?"

"All the time!" I exclaimed. "I love me some California Kitchen."

He snapped his fingers. "I was your waitress that one night when you came with your friends. "

"Oh my gosh, yes!" I exclaimed. "You're right. I remember now."

"Yeah, and I use to fool around with your friend Brielle."

I nodded my head. "She told me all about that."

"Yeah, I haven't spoken to her in years. How is she doing?"

"Well since the last time I saw here she was doing really good. I haven't talked to her in a long time though."

"Why?" He asked. "Isn't she your best friend?"

"Well, yeah. Karma is just getting it's way around here?"

"Care to tell me what happened?"

"Yeah, when I'm done you're probably going to think I'm the worse person ever."

"I probably won't. Just tell me, it can't be that bad."

"Well, she was hosting a party at her house one night and I got really drunk because my ex and his girfriend were there and I was just feeling really depressed. So, some how I blurted out my other best friend Darshay's seceret about her sleeping with Brielle's ex boyfriend while she was in a relationship with her brother. I barely remember what happend but from what I've been told it wasn't a pretty sight."