Loving the Game

* Y(OURS) *

• Brianne's POV •
I read the text Deshawn sent about a hundred times. That same amount of times I had typed up a message but failed to send it because part of me wanted to hear him out and the other never wanted to see him again. I didn't get why he would try to get at me when he already had Ashleigh on his shoulder. But I guess that's just young niggas for ya. I was too naive to even see that. I'm the type of person that tries to see the good in you before I turn my back and even when I do that I don't turn completely. If you need me...really and truly need me, I would be there. No matter what the circumstances.

I knew I had to respond some time. If I didn't my conscience would run all night with guilt for not responding. I wonder did he even know he had a baby on the way?

Text to: Deshawn
Time: 7:01 p.m.
Message: I have nothing 2 say 2 u

Text from: Deshawn
Time: 7:02 p.m
Message: just listen and lemme talk plz

It seemed as if he was awaiting my response the entire time for him to text back so quickly after a long amount of time.

Text to: Deshawn
Time: 7:10 p.m.
Message: meet me @ the grove
If ur not there by 7:30 u can forget abt talkin to me...ever

He agreed to meet me there. The grove was a spaced out group of trees across from the cafeteria building hall. The trees bloomed all year round with beautiful purple-blue and white flowers. It was like a mini park in a since. There were benches and during the spring/summer time someone would be out there with a cart selling tasty treats like ice cream or pretzels. The grove had become one of my favorite getaways since I came here in the fall 3 years ago. It was quiet and serene. Not many people came out there during certain times of the day so it was like my own personal place. All to myself. I wanted to meet him there therefore the convo would be private and somewhere where I felt comfortable. I wanted him no where near my dorm and I wanted to go no where near his.
I reached the grove around 7:15 since it was basically no where from my dorm in walking distance. All the light poles outside kept it from looking too dark and spooky outside even though the sun was at its final stage in setting. After two minutes of sitting there on one of the green benches I saw D walking over. He was rubbing his face with one hand and the other in his pocket. He let out a small smile when he saw me but I just turned my head.
"Bri," he said once he sat down beside me. He sat close, so close that our legs were touching. Normally I would want that but not tonight. I scooted down further towards the end of the little bench. He cleared his throat. We sat there for a good five minutes in silence, which made me wonder why was I here? Just to hear crickets? I needed and wanted answers to everything.
"Are you going to say what you want me to hear?" I asked still not looking at his face but I knew he was looking at mine.
"I want to start off by saying I'm, very very sorry. For the way I acted and did you the other day. I don't always have the best choice of words and I need to work on that," he admitted. "Ya think," I scoffed folding my arms. "Will you accept my apology? Because I really...I want to work things out with you, seriously." "And what are we exactly working out? I mean you're the one that said its all casual." I reminded.
"I didn't mean it like that. I just be talking sometimes. You know that this isn't that damn casual. Kissing ain't casual."
"That's what I'm trying to get you to understand!" I fussed.
"I do understand. I don't wanna just be your friend. I want to see how things would work if we, ya know..."
I shook my head," Doesn't matter anymore. I don't want to have a Chris Brown x Rihanna x Karreuche love triangle with you and Ashleigh."
"What she said isn't true. She s lying on me." Deshawn informed.
"Why would she lie about a pregnancy? Or the fact that you're the father!?"
"Because she just wants to fuck with you! She knows that me and you are getting close and she doesn't like that. She don't like no female I fucks with. And maybe her ass is pregnant but I can guarantee you it ain't mine, Bri. You got to believe me."
"Did you fuck her?" I asked in a very low tone while looking him in the eye for the first time this evening.
He nodded," A couple months ago. I never touched her since I've been trying to get to you."
"Is it a possibility that...," my voice cracked," that you could be the father?"
Deshawn licked his lips and looked down at his feet," I... I'm not sure yet. But I know for certain I wore a condom every time. My mama taught me too well for me not to. I'm not so sure as to if at some point it...it broke."
I sighed. There was a slim chance Ashleigh is right.
"But at the same time she was sleeping with this guy that play football here. I believe it's his because when I mentioned him she looked like I maybe right."
"I don't want to deal with any baby mama drama. I don't do that. Matter of fact I don't deserve that. I'm too young." I told him honestly.
"I know, and I wouldn't purposefully put you through that. And in a week, I scheduled myself for a paternity test to prove I'm not the right guy. I know I'm not."
I had a strong belief myself it wasn't him either. Probably because I picture him to be way smarter than that.
"So...do you forgive me?"
I nodded. I personally think I was going to forgive him regardless, but where we were going from here is something I don't even know.
"Bri, I li...like you and I really hope you give me a chance to prove myself." Deshawn pleaded.
"I like you too," I admitted,"and I suppose, we can...figure this relationship status out for now but...it's not going to be official to the public until I see those papers saying you're 99.9% not the father. Understand?"
D flashed me a smile with those perfect teeth," Understood." We both now stood up. I stuck my hand out for him to shake as a sign that we were on the same page now. He put his hand out to meet mine but instead of just shaking it, he pulled me up to him. I had no choice but to look into his chocolate colored eyes. He was no longer holding my hand but my waist. He let one of his hands fly up to touch my cheek. "And the next time I kiss you, and you stop me...just know you're going to get punished," he threatened while biting his lip. If that didn't look sexy as hell, I don't know what was.

I stood on my tip toes and kissed him first this time, and believe me when I say I never pulled away.