The Game of Love

Ch. 3: The Party

Tyra's P.o.V.

    So after that day with the deal, I decided not to tell Deon. I feel like it'll protect both of us even more. I don't want him to freak out, ya know.

    For the rest of the week which was from Wednesday to Friday, it was the same routine: school, basketball practice, then coming home at 5:30pm eating dinner and waiting for Deon to get home so I can go to sleep. But, Friday night is going to be different. Deja and I are going to Tamia's house party after my basketball practice. Ugh first of all, I already don't like the b**ch but now I gotta go to the b**ch house. This is unreal but I'll do it for Deja.

    I dial Deja's number as I finish drying myself of and putting on some clean underwear.

    "So you ready or nah," Deja squeals real hyped up and sh*t.

     "Yeah, I'm getting dressed now," I reply back putting my hair in a tight ponytail.

    "Oh a'ight. Wear something nice." I roll my eyes even though she can't see me. Always tryna dictate what I'm wearing. "I'll pick you up in 20 minutes." I look at the clock and realize it's already 8pm and we gotta be there a lil late to arrive in style. So I gotta hustle.

    I put on my Atlanta Hawks Paul Milsap basketball short sleeve shirt, blue denim jeggings with my Olympic Jordan 6s, some gold diamond stud earrings, and my special brown leather gameday beaded necklace. I slip my blue iPhone 5c in my back jeans pocket and grab my lip balm to put in my front pocket. As Deja said, she honks the horn of her dark blue Honda Civic at 8:20pm on the dot.

    "You look nice," we compliment each other in unison and head to Tamia's house which is 10mins away. Deja is wearing a cheetah print crop top with Flawless written on it in bright pink letters and multi-colored printed leggings. And plus when I look down, she finally cops those Tropical Teal, Pink and Purple Jordan 5s. Her hair is in a balled up bun, her make-up is loud, several shiny bracelets are on her wrist and big ol' gold hoop earrings grace her small ears.

    We pull up to Tamia's 2-story house and everything is bumping. Music is live wit Type of Way by Rich Homie Quan blasting, house is all lit up, and so many people showed up surprisingly. Oh ok, so when I said Tamia would never have any friends in 3rd grade I guess I was wrong. Oh I know she'll get me for that one.

    "Woah, girl! Look at this place," Deja praises all hype once again.

    "Yeah, Deja I see it. You wanna sit in the car or do you actually wanna go into the party."

    We get out the car and head to wide open front door. Deja got some looks and whistles from some wack a** n**gas from around the way and me . . . well I don't need whistles, I already know I look good cuz I put a whole lotta effort into this chill outfit. Plus, Deja is a lil insecure and that kinda stuff lifts her spirits up.

    A lot of kids from our school were here, anywhere from sophomores to seniors and since Imma senior, I can take 'em all out. Alcohol bottles, paper plates, food scraps, some sort of decorations are just lying around everywhere. In the kitchen the caterer (I guess) was standing behind the island with 5 of those tin-looking pans of food, creating plates for folk when they walk up. Oh yeah, I made sure I scanned the house for any and all suspiciousness that way I can skaddaddle if anythings goes down. And if I have to, I'll forget all about Deja. In the family room, a big flat screen TV is on and the boys are watching the Atlanta Hawks vs. Boston Celtics game, the rivalry. Oh lets go! Now this is my kinda party. All the guys in there watching the game, all sorta looked at me once I stepped in and then turned their attentions back to the screen. TURN UP TIME!

    For about an hour in, the game is at halftime and I get up to go get myself a plate of food. I notice Deja all up on some guy just twerking. And so far, I ain't seen no Tamia and this is her own house.