No Games Allowed by Chencia C. Higgins

Author:Chencia C. Higgins
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: EKOL Media
Published: 2018-10-21T17:41:53+00:00

Derrell

I was sprawled on my couch laughing at the newest Kevin Hart special on Netflix when my phone rang. I grabbed the remote to pause the special and walked over to the bar where my phone was sitting while it charged. Thomas’ name lit across the screen as I unplugged it and carried it across the room with me back to the couch.

“Ayo. What’s up, Thomas?” I hadn’t seen or heard from him since he returned from his second honeymoon two days ago.

“Hey man, what’re you up to?”

“Nothing much man. I’m just at the house chillin’, watching some Netflix.”

“Good, I’m down the street from your spot. We’re going to that new rec center to shoot some hoops. Throw on some clothes and meet me downstairs in ten minutes.”

I glanced down at my watch to see it was just after one in the afternoon. “That’s what’s up, see you in a bit.”

Exactly ten minutes later I was climbing into the passenger seat of Thomas’ car after tossing my duffel bag into his backseat. We slapped hands and I buckled my seatbelt.

“Welcome back man.”

“Thanks. It’s good to be home but I wish we could go back.”

We both chuckled and I nodded.

“I hear ya.”

We rode in comfortable silence for a few minutes before Thomas cleared his throat. I looked over at him and his eyes were still on the road.

“You good?”

He nodded. “Yea. Uh… so did anything interesting happen while Ches and I were gone?”

I thought for a second and then shook my head. “Nah. Not that I can think of.”

“Yeah?”

“Yep.”

Silence. Then. “Your mom called me.”

I tilted my head at him but he still faced the road. “When did this happen?”

“Yesterday.”

“Word?”

“Yep.”

I wanted to ask him about their conversation but I also didn’t because knowing Diane Francis she could have only been calling him about one thing, or rather one person, in particular. Thomas knew me all too well because he didn’t wait for me to ask him, he just kept speaking.

“She called to ask me about the ‘nice young lady’ who blessed the Francis home with her presence for Sunday dinner.”

I cursed under my breath. Sometimes I hated being right.

“You’re not going to even tell me about it?”

I snapped my neck back. “Man hell nah! That shit was confusing enough to experience as it is, I don’t want to relive it.” I leaned my head against the seat in an attempt to dead the conversation but another thought occurred to me and I sat forward quickly. “You know what? That shit wasn’t confusing. It was crazy as hell.”

Thomas glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. “How’s that?”

“First of all, I didn’t even know she was going to be there. My mama pulled some slick shit behind my back. I mean, how the hell did she even get in touch with her to invit—oh shit!”

“What?”

“The damn wedding reception! That’s where they met. I walked up on them at the same table but I didn’t even put two and two together. That must have been when she invited her.

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