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

Chapter Twenty Four

"I'm glad that you're saying that so you can get with Chresanto's ass. He must be finer in person, huh?"

I erupted with laughter. Kenya can be a hot mess sometimes. "Yes, Kenya he is fine. To fine for his own damn good."

"Girl I need to get my ass out of New York and to California this where all the cute niggas be!"

"Not even, New York has some cute ass boys!"

"Like who?"

"Anthony."

"Anthony's black bean ass is not cute. Darker than fucking midnight head ass. Wanna be lightskin."

"Why you gotta go on him like that though? He's actually not that dark."

"Comparing Anthony to a black crayon makes the black crayon look lightskin."

"You're going to hell." I said, laughing.

"I'll tell Satan hi for you." She responded.

"Which store should we go to first?" I asked, grabbing my purse from the back.

"Where the foot locker at? I need some new shoes."

"C'mon," I said, hopping out of my ride. "It's down over here. They have some OG shoes over here."

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"Where are we going out to eat tonight?" Kenya asked me, curling her tracks up.

I shrugged. "We can go where ever y'all wanna go."

"Y'all?"

"Me, you, Chresanto, and Jacob."

"My nigga Chresanto is coming? Aye, turnup!"

"Oh my gosh, Kenya! Please don't embarrass me while we're out."

"Child I'm not gonna embarrass you. Chresanto is going to have to get use to all of this if he wants to be your boyfriend."

"Please, both of our asses live in New York I won't be seeing him that often."

"Shit, I might be coming to California more often. It's nice here, girl! It's hot as hell though my weave can not be in that much temperature. This Brazilian hair cost to much for all that."

"Oh my gosh, Kenya," I said, laughing. "Take your ass back to New York."

"Let me enjoy my moments out of the ghetto while I can."

"How is the family anyways?" I asked.

"Isaiah's little ass is still bad as hell. Moms and pops are doing good."

"How is my baby James?"

She rolled his eyes. "His dark dark nigga nigga chocolate ass gets on my fucking nerves. All the trouble he's getting in you're gonna be putting some money on his books."

"Tell James to stop getting in trouble!"

"He couldn't stay out of trouble to save his life. He think he's a thug and shit. I'll show him whose the real thug when I punch him in his face because the police knocked on our door again."

"Aw, poor James."

"Yeah his ass is about to be poor and homeless in a minute."

"You do to much, Kenya Brown."

"I know, Brielle Perez."

"C'mon, I think I hear Jacob and Chresanto downstairs."

We both walked downstairs, seeing Jacob and Chresanto sitting on the couch playing on their phones.