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

Chapter Twenty Eight

"por supuesto, hermosa!" The tallest one said. (of course, beautiful!) He grabbed one of those gray carts that I didn't even no exsisted. Him and his friends loaded the various amount of suitcases onto the cart within two minutes.

"Qué te importa coger el carro de allí?" I asked. (do you mind taking the cart over there?)

"Good thing one of us knows Spanish," Lola said, flipping her hair. "Brielle how do you say you're fine in Spanish?"

"Lola go somewhere remember you're engaged." I said. We walked behind the guys over to the tables near the food stands.

"muchas gracias por su ayuda, chicos!" I yelled, clasping my hands together. (thank you so much for your help, guys!)

"nada para usted y sus amigos hermosa, tenga cuidado." He said, winking at Lola. (anything for you and your beautiful friends, take care.)

"Did you see that wink!?" Lola asked slash yelled. "Girl he want him some of me!"

"He don't want any of you, Lola. You can't even speak his language." Darshay said.

We waited about ten minutes until we saw the guys walking toward us with food in their hands. The look on their face was priceless.

"There's no way in hell ya'll got all these bags over here before we got the food!" Daniel yelled.

"Well we did," November said, shurigging her shoulders. "Wasn't as hard as I thought it would be."

"I ain't buying ya'll no damn food." Craig muttered.

"Aw, stop being a sore loser," Carina said, pinching his cheeks. "Ya'll are buying dinner tomorrow; we have expensive taste so be ready to spend all that money in your pockets."

"Shit, ya'll better be happy with that dollar menu at McDonald's." Ray whispered.

"Anyways, what did you guys buy?" Darshay asked, rubbing her belly.

"Burgers and fries." Chresanto said.

"I got you a fruit salad." Jacob said, talking to Darshay.

"I'm not eating it." Darshay said, taking a burger and fries like everyone else.

I sat on Chresanto's lap since there weren't that many seats with the table. I started laughing as Jacob and Darshay argued over wether she was eating the fruit salad or not.

"Jacob, your so annoying! Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I have to eat a damn fruit salad every five minutes. Did you eat fruit salads all the time, Lola?"

"Nope," she replied, popping the p. "But of course, my lovely husband to be suggested that I eat fruit salads a lot until he got cussed out. Let them hormones kick in then cuss him out."

"Shut up, Lola," Ray said, throwing a fry at her. "Did you call my mom and check up on Renee?"

"Of course I did, Ray. She's perfectly fine. Don't worry."

"What time are we leaving here?" I asked Jacob. "I'm tired."

"Me too." Craig said.

"He should be here shortly. He just told me that he left his house thirty minutes ago so another ten minutes."

I nodded my head. "Sounds good, guys wanna go clubbing tonight?"

"Nah, we're all tired, Brielle," Craig said. "Everyone just wants to chill."

"Aw, c'mon! You guys are no fun. I swear."

"We'll go clubbing many times before we leave." Darshay insured.