Fantasies 2

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A Month Later...

Reed.

I travel to the hors d'oeuvres table, grabbing a little plate and pile it up. Today is Draft Day for the players. Right now, the players and coaches are mingling. Wives and families are here too. Some more kind then others. Nivea and I are basically staying to ourselves. A couple women might come over to us to say some things. From others we got looks, but who really gives a damn. As long as I got my girl Nivea, I'm good. I can't make friends in this industry.

I've tried but people don't do shit but talk smack and then wanna cry victim when you confront them. I got tired of that. People really only befriended me to get in front of the camera and get noticed. I was like the target for easy and quick publicity. When I first started out, I use to feed into that shit. That's why people loved to talk shit and go one on one with me. I was naive, everything got under my skin but I now ignore it.

It's something you learn while being apart of this ideal world. After getting all the food I wanted, I sit back next to Nivea. Vaughn, Clive, Vivian and my mom who all look at my plate in shock. I jolt my head back screw faced as I pull my food toward me. Sheesh, can I eat in peace? Damn. I looked around in the crowd to see if I could spot Darius. He told me to grab him something, but he is now no where to be found. I  don't know where this man could be.  

"Have y'all seen Darius?" I ask.

"He's over there with King and Duke." Vaughn says.

"Where?" I ask, getting a little irritated.

"Over there." Vaughn points. I locate him, nodding and turn back around toward everyone else.

"Are you going to eat all that?" My mom questions.

"Is there a problem?" I question with attitude.

"Yea. You don't need to eat all of that food Deanda." My mother says in concern.

"Girl that's a diabetic shock waiting to happen." Vivian laughs.

"I'm serious. Look at all that. Cookies, cakes and candy. Then you got juice." Vaughn chuckles. I nibble on my food and ignore everyone.

"She's been eating funny for about two in a half months now. It's nothing new to me." Nivea shrugs. I furrow my eyebrows and shake my head no. She sighs and shakes her head while sipping on her drink.

"Deanda do you have something you want to tell us?" Clive questions with a smile. I look at all their faces, swallowing the cookie I ate.

"No I don't." I murmur, putting my attention back to my plate. I honestly don't know if I am or not. I haven't went to a doctor or took a test. The reason for that is because every time I get my hopes up, they get shot down.

"Are you ok?" My mother questions in concern.

"I'm fine mama, just let it go." I tell her, nibbling on my food. She nods and removes her hand as I stand to my feet and make my way to the bathroom. Entering it, I close and lock the door while pacing the floor. I really hate getting asked questions. It's always been a part of my life that has been hard for me.

When you're a celebrity, you get asked a lot of questions. The whos, whats, wheres, whens, hows and whys. Then if the reporter doesn't like your answer, they'll change your words and then start shit. Sighing heavily, I walk over to the sink and just stare at myself and shake my head. Who am I kidding? No matter how hard I try, I'm always go back to that place. It's like it has a hold on me. I wipe the tears and shake my head while grabbing some tissues.

After getting myself together, I walk out to where everyone else is. Darius and King on the stage with their Miami Dolphins' jerseys. All of a sudden, I become dizzy and things begin to spin causing me to hyperventilate. I shield my eyes from the flashing lights, turning around to all the people that throw questions at me. Evil grins and laughter can be heard. I push through the crowd and make it to the table where the family stood and clapped proudly.