What kind of sick game is God playing? Kristmas thought to herself as Deuce and her walked through the highlight of Bexley, GA: Bexley Square. After their game of one-on-one she was exhausted yet energized and starving yet full. She couldn’t believe she was once again in the presence of the reason she’d left Bexley and wanted to never return. And the moment she did, he’s there looking better than he did in high school which she didn’t think was possible.
“Is this your thing? Popping up on me?” I asked Amare. My eyes drew him in and my body melted. His presence made me weak.
“Don’t act like you not thrilled to see me.”
We hadn’t seen each other in person since the group gathering a week and a half ago. “Maybe I’m not.” I stuck out my tongue at him before he followed me inside my bedroom and I continued to my balcony where I had been FaceTiming with Ra. I sat back down in my lounge chair and grabbed my laptop that rested next to my glass of wine.
“What or who got you grinning so hard,” Ra asked causing the blood to drain from my face.
“That would be me,” Amare said coming into view.
Jareem’s scowl deepened the moment he saw me.
“What the fuck you doing here?”
“What you mean?”
“I thought you got locked up since you didn’t come back.”
“I got arrested. I didn’t get booked.” Confusion crossed his face. “I can see you aren’t too happy about that.”
“Can’t say I am.”
I walked over and snatched the bag off his head. He opened his eyes, and they blinked a few times as if they were adjusting to the scenery. “Where am I?” he questioned like we were about to have a regular conversation.
“You know who I am?”
“Not really but I’m going to assume Jareem,” he said looking up at me. “I hope that means you will be the one who tells me why the hell I’m here and what the fuck kind of beef you got with me.”
