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

Chapter Four

Darshay

Love. Love was all I felt when I was around Jacob. This boy and I have been together since Freshman year in high school. Ever since I noticed his dark brown curly hair I've been in love with him. When he smiles, it warms my heart. When his hazel eyes stare into mine not only butterfly's but a whole zoo run across my stomach. When he holds me tight I feel safe and protected.

I don't know what I would do without this boy.

"Jacob!" I yelled out, done preparing breakfast for him. "Come get your food!"

I heard his footsteps running down the staircase. I smiled, catching a tingly feeling in my heart just by hearing him come into my eyesight.

"Thanks, babe," He said, pecking my lips. "It looks good."

"You're welcome," I said, starting to blush. "I'm about to go home in a few minutes and help my mother with some errands. Want me to come back later?"

"Defiantly." He responded, munching down on his food.

I kissed his cheek and walked upstairs to get my purse. I left his home and jumped inside my car, starting it up. I didn't notice until I started driving but, there was a small white piece of paper tapped onto the right corner of my window. It was probably one of those business cards that people in California stick onto car windows.

I pulled up to my house and parked my car in the driveway. I snatched to paper off of my window and briefly read over it. It wasn't a business card or anything like it.

Dear Darshay,

You aren't as sneaky as you thought you were. I know everything that happened between you and Chresanto. Tsk tsk tsk, what do you think will happen when Jacob finds out?

My eyes widened as I read the letter over and over again. Who could've known what happened between Chresanto and I? We both swore that neither one of us would tell a living soul and now this is happening? Maybe it was just someone messing with me.

I walked into my house and locked the door behind me. I heard my mother singing from the bathroom from all the way upstairs. I chuckled and kicked my shoes off, leaving them by the front door.

"I'm home, ma!" I yelled, walking to my bedroom.

I crumpled the note and threw it in the trash can by my nightstand. Nothing was on my mind besides that letter. I really wondered how this person found out. I debated on asking Chresanto if he told anyone but I decided against it because there was a possibility of it being a joke. But I was worried about how the mentioned beinging Jacob into this situation and I couldn't have that. I just couldn't. This happened almost four years ago, why would they want to mess with me now?

Brielle

"Christopher, stop!" I screamed out as he continued to tickle my feet. "When I kick you in the face it's not my fault!"

"Stop being a big baby." He said, still tickling my feet.

I couldn't take it no more. My foot leaped out and kicked him right in his face.

"Damn, Brielle! It was that serious." He said, holding onto his eye.

"I'm sorry," I said, cradling his head against my chest. "Here let me get you some ice."

I hopped off of his bed and walked down the hallway into the kitchen. I grabbed a Ziplock bag and a few ice cubes and threw them into the bag. I climbed back onto his bed and offered him the ice.

"Thank you." He mumbled against a pillow.

I laughed. "It couldn't have hurt that bad."

"Girl, you just ninja stomped me in the face."