Page 16 of Rhet

“You and Dax have screwed the whole team. Sounds like drama.”

Yeah, screw the party, I want food. “I’m stopping for a quick bite, then I’ll be there.”

“You’ll be here when the party’s over,” Tarek says.

“Look, I’m really not interested in the whole house party vibe, but bro, I’m coming.”

“See you tomorrow.” Yes, I have a reputation of blowing people off, but I never blow off my brother, mom, Dax, Cole, Jasper or Tarek.

“I will be there in a few. Protect your pretty face. It’s all you have.”

“It’s the same pretty face your mom wants to ride,” he retorts with mirth in his voice.

“See, that’s the difference with me and you. My mom wants to, but your mom did.” I smile, knowing Tarek may be a bit irked.

“See you soon.”

“Yeah.”

I hang up the phone and jump out the car ready to get the food I’m craving. Tonight, is turning out to be epic.

RHET

Days have passed since my revenge on Carson. My soul feels satisfied. Walking into my closet, I lean on my island trying to think about what I should wear tonight. Tarek said that Natalie Stewart aka Big Knockers Nat has been asking about me. Who am I to ignore a lady? Tarek’s having a pool party at his house tonight and I have plans to be there.

I stand shirtless in my black and grey board shorts. Reaching unto a shelf, I tug at a white t-shirt. A knock at my bedroom door draws my attention.

“Rhet, you here?” Trent calls out.

“In the closet,” I shout.

As my brother enters, I smile. “If I didn’t love you, I would’ve given you so much shit about being in the closet.”

Trent laughs while fixing his dark green polo. “I can’t find my Tag Heuer. Did you borrow my watch?”

“I did.” Turning, I press the top drawer and it opens up slowly. I grab the leather watch out and pass it to him.

“Wanna hang with me tonight?” Trent asks, putting the watch around his wrist. His blonde highlights show under the lights His hair is neatly combed, unlike mine which has no direction.

“Raincheck, but we can do breakfast tomorrow. Where you going?” I pull down a black t-shirt off a shelf and throw it over my shoulder. Walking past Trent to the other side of my closet, I take down a pair of Airforce ones.

“Not sure. Marcus is introducing me to some new friends,” He replies opening a new bottle of cologne on my island and smelling it “I like this. Custom made?”

Sitting on the grey ottoman, I slip my sneakers on. “Yeah it is.”

I walk over to the floor length mirror and take a look at the shoes. “If you like it, you can have it.”

“No, it’s ok. I like a little more musk. This smells fresh and clean.” He replies, replacing the bottle with the others.

Turning to give him my full attention, I ask, “I got a question? How are you and Marcus doing?”

Trent stops to think. “We got some shit, but we can figure it out.”

“So, about that fight that you were in.” I ask hesitantly.

Trent turns his attention to another cologne bottle, avoiding my gaze. “What did Marcus say?”

“You tell me? Are you good or do you want me to have a talk with Marcus or his friends?” I roll my shoulders ready to fight.

---