College Girl

Chapter 9

Picture of Scarlett.

Trey's POV

Two months since the incident with Liberty, and I've been avoiding her since. She's been trying to get me alone, but I'd always find an excuse. She finally confronted me today, but I cut her short. It kills me to do this to her, but I have to.

*Ring Ring*

I check the caller ID. Scarlett. I sigh. She's been blowing up my phone ever since we broke up.

"Scarlett." I say picking up the phone. I don't bother saying hi.

"Trey. Hi."

"What do you want?" I ask bluntly.

"I was just wondering if we can meet up tonight for dinner. I'll make your favorite!" She says enthusiastically.

I clench my phone to hold back my anger. Jesus, help me. She's psychotic.

"I already told you Scarlett, we're DONE. I don't want to be with you anymore. What can you not understand?!"

"Trey, come on. We love each other."

"Scarlett, stop. Calling. Me. I. Don't. Want. You." I say and hang up.

I should've listened to my boys when they told me that bxtch was crazy. I head to the bathroom and take a shower. A couple minutes later, I hear my phone ring again. I already know it's Scarlett's butt. It goes to voicemail, but she continues to blow up my phone. By the time I get out of the shower, I have 8 missed calls and 5 voicemails. I delete them and cook myself some dinner/breakfast. Pancakes!

"Homes, where u at?" Chris texts me while I eat my pancakes.

"Home. Why?"

"Nxgga, you really forgot? The game..."

Oh junk! I totally forgot! With work, Liberty, and Scarlett, I forgot it's guy's night out. I check the time. 7:30. I can make it in fifteen if I bring my pancakes to the game.

"I'm on my way." I text back.
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Gabrielle, Rihanna, and I sit near the front of the stadium so we can see well. With my boyfriend being the star player, I get really nice seats.

"Ayo, Liberty!" Someone yells behind me.

I turn and search the huge bleachers for the person who called me.

"Liberty! Right here!" I turn my head a little more and spy who's calling me. Xavier. My annoying cousin.

I wave to him to turn back around. No need to make it seem like I want him to sit next to me and my crew. They've already made it clear that they don't...enjoy his presence. He's always hitting on them, even ME sometimes. Gross. I know.

Dwayne, Chris, and August sit right behind us. I can't help but eavesdrop on their conversation.

"He said he's on his way." Chris says.

August sucks his teeth and says," Man, he's been acting weird since he broke up with that crazy bxtch, Scarlett."

Who are they talking about?

"Over here, Trey!" Dwayne yells.

I should've known. I turn to check if it's really him and it is. He walks down the long steps of the bleachers with his hoodie, sweatshirt, and sneakers on. He catches my gaze, and I turn around towards the field. I hear Trey greet his friends then sit down right behind me.

Gabrielle and Rihanna both turn and greet Trey. Rihanna elbows my side.

"Ouch!" I say clutching my side.

She raises her eyebrows. Using her eyes, she points at Trey.

I turn and stiffly say,"Hey, Mr. Neverson."

He nods his head and says, "Hello."

The game starts and the crowd goes wild. I hold up the poster that I made that day that says,"Go Monte! 😍". Above all this cheering and screaming, I feel Trey's eyes on the back of my head.
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End of Game

After the game, I tell the girls I'll meet up with them later.

"Don't wait up for me." I tell them.

They already know what's up.

"See ya."

"Bye." I tell them and walk to the front of the men's locker rooms where I'll meet Monte after. I sit on the bench and wait.

A female with black curly hair and green eyes walks down the hallway and sits on the same bench next to me. I've never seen her before around campus. Well, there's a lot of students here.

After 10 minutes, Monte comes out in sweats and black t-shirt holding his gigantic duffle bag. The girl and I both get up at the same time, but she beats me to him. She clings to his arm. Monte, nervously, tries to pull her off.

I walk up to him and ask,

"Who's this?"

This bxtch has the nerve to look me in my eyes.

"I'm Monte's girlfriend. Who are you?" She asks.

My blood begins to boil, but I keep my cool.

"I'm just leaving." I say and begin to leave. I've never been so embarrassed.

"Liberty!" Monte tells catching up to me.

I walk faster as the tears begin to blur my eyes. I don't want to hear it.

"Liberty. I can explain.." He says grabbing my arm.

He pulls me towards him, but I try to resist.

"She's not my girlfriend, baby. I don't even know who she is!" He says.

"Oh. So you expect me to believe that a random girl would come down here and say that she's your girlfriend, and you don't know who she is?!"

Does he think I'm that stupid. Tears begin falling down my cheeks.

"Baby, please. I love you." He says while trying to hug me.

"Get the fxck away from me, Monte! You don't love me. You love the s€x."

The curly headed girl comes out of nowhere and stands next to Monte.

"Monte," she says," You really gonna lie to this girl and tell her you don't know me? How many times have you called me for s€x when this trick wouldn't give you none?"

He glares at the girl and says," Scarlett, can you please leave?"

"So you do know her?" I say.

"Look-" he stutters

"Don't say another word Monte. You're a liar. We're done."

I turn and run out of the room. I've never been so humiliated. Since Gabrielle, Rih, and I carpooled, I have no car to get home since I expected to go to Monte's place. I begin the walk back to my apartment alone in the dark. I check my phone. It's 10:30 pm.

Walking down the street still crying, a car pulls up besides me. I turn my head to see that it's Trey. I ignore him and continue walking. He pulls down his window and continues to drive slowly beside me.

"Need a lift?" He asks.

"No. Thanks."

"Are you sure? It's pretty late..."

"I'm fine."

He stops his car and gets out. I continue walking but he catches up to me. He grabs my arm to make me stop.

"Liberty." He says," Why are you crying?"

I shake my head unable to respond. I probably look a hot mess with tears and snot coming down my face. I hug his waist and sob into his shirt. He immediately wraps his arms around me.

"It's okay, Liberty." He tells me," it's okay."