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grimace. “What the hell got into coach? Especially the first day of class. Half the team will show up drunk.”
    “I wish I was one of them,” Mickey groaned. “Can I catch a ride?”
    “Sure. Wait, another call.” Jayden glanced at his phone and hung up on the new caller. “Kimmie again.”
    “I thought you broke up.”
    “We did. She won’t stop calling.”
    “Lame. Hopefully the cheer squad isn’t practicing in the morning, or she’ll corner you for sure.”
    “I didn’t even think of that. She’ll definitely find me Friday at the game,” Jayden said, irritated.
    “You’re too nice, Jay.”
    “I was honest with her. She’s just not getting it.”
    “If you have a new girl by the game, she’ll get the point. Take my advice: no more of this relationship crap. Girls always throw themselves at you. You could have a new one every week until we graduate. That’s my plan.”
    Jayden snorted. “Too much drama. I got three sisters. It’s enough to deal with outside of school.”
    “Tell them up front. It’s what I do.” Mickey laughed.
    “Whatever. I’ve seen you trip over yourself whenever you see Tara,” Jayden said, referring to one of the two stepsisters he’d inherited when his father remarried a few years ago.
    “God, she’s hot.” Mickey’s voice took on a dreamy quality that made Jayden laugh. “I tried to ask her out last week. Epic fail.”
    “She’s like her mommy - not into white guys.”
    “I’m the top running back in high school, which means I’m black on the inside.”
    “You’re crazy, man,” Jayden said, entertained. He reached his mother’s door and paused. “I gotta go. Be there at five to get your crazy ass.”
    “Alright. Peace.”
    Jayden hung up. His phone rang again, and he saw Kimmie’s name flash across the screen. Any other day, he’d try to be polite and answer. After dealing with his mother’s family and being lectured about how crappy of a son he was all the way home, he didn’t want any more drama.
    He rejected the call and walked into his mother’s cozy, clean apartment. She was on the phone. He didn’t have to listen long to guess she was talking to one of her sisters about the felon that asked her out.
    Frustrated, Jayden grabbed his gym bag and waved to her. He hoped to talk to her before he left, but that wasn’t going to happen. He left her apartment and jogged down the stairs, emerging into the humid afternoon.
    The white zombie is going to kill you.
    Grandmama hadn’t said someone would try . She said someone would succeed .
    He didn’t believe in this stuff, but her words added to his sour mood. Getting in his car, he cut across town to Interstate 10 and headed east, away from downtown New Orleans, towards the wealthy suburbs.
    Jayden zoned out on the way home, nervous about his senior year of school. Soon, everything changed. His comfortable routine would be gone, and he’d be too far away to help his mother, if she went back to drugs.
    He passed through the prestigious neighborhood in the Eastover Ward where his father lived. Huge houses were hidden beyond thick gates and tall trees. His father’s was located at the end of a cul de sac – the largest of the estate-sized properties on his street.
    Jayden clicked the remote for the gate and drove up a stone driveway leading to a Georgian style manor house. He continued around back to the twenty-car garage housing his father’s precious antique race car collection and parked in the second garage built for the family’s daily commuting cars.
    A massive garden punctuated by waterfalls was directly behind the house and ended at an expanse of closely cropped, green yard hedged in the distance by stone walls to keep out paparazzi and trespassers.
    He was still considering his college options when he walked in the kitchen door of the stately mansion and through the quiet house. The scent of familiar cigar smoke tickled his nose, coming from his father’s study. He glanced through the