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

Chapter Twenty Five

"Do you have some pictures?"

I took the folded picutures from out of my back pocket and handed them to Brielle. "I'm hoping it's a girl."

"Oh my gosh, I'm really going to be having a niece of nephew."

"Yep, you're going to be Aunty B."

"This is about to make me cry," She said, laughing a little. "I wonder how Darshay is doing."

"Yeah, she said she misses you by the way."

She nodded. "That's nice."

"Are you guys ever going to be friends again?" I asked.

'I don't know yet, Jacob. I do know that I want to be in my niece's or nephew's life though."

I nodded my head. "You have no damn choice."

"I just need time to get my emotions together."

"I understand. You don't have to be the best of friends with her, Brielle. I just want my child to know who Aunty B is."

"Your child don't have no damn choice unless they don't want Aunty B to buy them shit."

"Aye, you're not spoiling my child. That's my job."

"Between the two of us, he or her is going to be spoiled as hell."

I shrugged. "Go get your own children to spoil."

"Hell nah, I'm not having any damn kids for a while."

"That's good to here. It better stay like that too."

November

"Tre! Give me my gummy bears back!" I whined, chasing after him in my backyard.

"Say please, big daddy T." He replied, running away from me.

"Oh my gosh, I'm going to hit you in the face!"

"If you can even catch up!"

I stopped and held my chest, breathing hard. "Tre!" I whined again.

"November!" He whined back, trying to copy me.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm going back in the house."

"No, stay out here with me!"

"Then give me my gummy bears back, I'm hungry."

"Ugh, fine." He said, throwing my gummy bears at my face.

"Thank you," I said, throwing a few into my mouth. "Can I see your phone?"

"Sure." He said, handing me his gold iPhone 5s.

I opened the Camera and took a picture of me. I posted it on his Twitter page. "I just posted a picture on your Twitter page."

"Oh, lord. In about five seconds you're going to be getting comments from little thirteen year old girls somewhere in Oklahoma."

I laughed. "They can't be that bad, Tre."

"They are! Last time I posted a picture of me and my cousin at her sweet sixteen and they thought she was my girlfriend. Man, they said they hoped she tripped, broke her neck, and died."

"Oh my gosh, you're followers must love you that much to wish death on your cousin."

"I love my supporters but they're crazy when they see me with any girl other than my mom."

I laughed. "Love makes you go crazy sometimes I guess."

"Well if that's the case then I don't want any love." He said, laughing.

"Trust me, being in love is one of the best things ever."

"And you know how?" He asked.

"Well, I use to be in love with my ex-boyfriend."

"Oh, yeah. Your ex."

"Tre, November! Come help me and Mary with these groceries!"

I got up from off the grass and helped Tre up as well. We both stepped inside of the well air conditioned house and helped put away the groceries. Tre and Mary were staying at our house for a couple of days while there house was under construction. Their house is gorgeous. It's about three times the size of our two story, small house.

"You can leave the chicken out." Mary told me.

I nodded my head and placed it into the sink so it could thaw out. After I finished putting the groceries away, Tre and I both went back outside in the hot sun. "Oh my gosh, Tre you know what we should do?"

"What?" He asked.

"We should go to the carnival! It's back in town!"

He shrugged. "What time do you want to go?"

"At night, of course! That's the best time to go!" I replied.

"Let's go, I love the carnival plus it sounds like fun."

"Yeah, it's hella fun. They have the fireworks at night too."

"Sounds cool."

"Yeah," I said, checking my Twitter. "Woah, I have like forty notifications."

"From who?"

"Your followers," I said, laughing. "You have some nice followers as well as the mean ones."

"Are you going to reply to them?"

"I'm going to reply to the nice ones. I could care less about to hate ones."

"C'mon, let's go get some food. I'm hungry."

"Alright," I said. "Lets go."