DaQuan and Bobby have Adrian. Trevor is on a warpath to get him back and another blast from his past threatens. Chris is getting more bombshells dropped from his blow up at Thanksgiving. All of this plus graduation. Throw in new pledges and you have...
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Trevor's POV
While Adrian and Pops were meeting with Bobby, I went over to the house to get some more of my sneakers and just check on shit. Every time I come home, I'm usually at Adrian's. Pops didn't seem to mind cause he was either working or entertaining some female.
I see that he has changed the living room around and bought some new shit. Ok, I may have to chill over when Mr. Anthony start tripping and shit. I ran up to my room and gathered up some shit.
Going down to the kitchen, I grabbed some water and was about to leave when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and I almost died.
"Ma?"
"Trevor. My God. Trevor... my baby."
I just stood there. I couldn't say anything. I was stuck. How was she here? Why was she here?
"Are you going to let me in? Trevor are you ok, son?"
Son? That snapped me.
"I'm not your son, Melinda. I stopped being that the day you drove off. No, you can't come in."
I shut the door in her face and locked it. Pulling out my phone, I called my Pops.
"Hey son. What's up? Wait, are you at the house? Did Anthony shoot up the house", he joked.
"Huh? What? Uh, yeah, I'm at the house and you have a visitor."
"Um... ok. Who?"
"Melinda."
He got quiet. "Where is she?"
"Dunno. I closed the door in her face and locked it. What is she doing here, Pops?"
"I don't know, son. Guess we'll find out when I get there."
"No you'll find out. I don't have anything to say to her. She left. As far as I'm concerned, I don't have a mother. I don't care for a family reunion. I'm leaving and you can talk to her."
"Trevor, don't you think that you should find out why she decided to show up after all this time?"
"Nope. I don't give a fu... I don't care. I stopped caring a long time ago, Pops."
"Ok son. I understand. Listen, I'll see what she want and then you and I can talk later, alright? I should be there in about ten minutes."
"Sure Pops. Just... don't let her charm her way back in your life, ok?"
"Sure thing, Trevor. Love you, son."
"Love you too, Pops."
I hung up and got my stuff. When I walked out the door, she was out there.
"Trevor, please. I just want to talk."
"You can talk all you want. I just won't be here while you do it. Please get out of my way."
