Page 68 of High Baller

I was alone last night, I know it. These are the two girls that kept rubbing themselves on me, but I told them to leave me alone. I didn’t drink at all, so I know that I wasn’t drunk, so what the fuck are they doing lying next to me?

“You better be fucking clean!”

I turn to Derek, my head spinning as I try to figure out what the hell’s going on. “What the fuck are you…?” I take the small plastic bag from him. “I didn’t touch this.” What the fuck's happening?

“From the picture in this room, it looks like you had your own private fucking party!” he bellows, and I look around, placing my hands on my head in disbelief. “You better be fucking clean, Trey. If you wanted to go back to your old—”

“I wouldn’t do that to Sky!” I roar. There's no way I'd do this to her. “I love her.” I throw the plastic bag on the bed, and try to remember what the hell happened last night. I didn’t feel light headed, I didn’t even accept a drink from anyone. So, how the hell did this happen?

“Well, you might love her, but she saw—”

“What? She was here?” I grab a pair of pants and put them on, then run into the bathroom to quickly brush my teeth.

“She said she’s done.”

“You didn’t stop her?” I yell as I rush over to him. “Derek, I swear I didn’t touch them or anything else.” I know Derek will trust me; he knows I'd never lie to him. I’ve always been honest.

“No, I needed to make sure what she saw was true. She always said she'd only leave if you did one thing. I needed to make sure you weren’t that stupid,” Derek tells me as he walks around the room, shaking his head. “From all the pictures of you with girls, and now this, there's only so much a girl like Sky's going to take.”

“But I haven’t done anything,” I tell him while grabbing my shirt. “I can explain this—she needs to know the truth.”

“Trey, what the fuck is the truth?”

I stop by the door as I think about what the fuck the truth is. I look over at the bed, then at Derek. “I didn’t touch them, and I didn’t touch that.” I point to the white powder on the bedside table. “That much I know is the truth. But, how they got here, I don’t fucking know.” But I’m going to get some fucking answers right now, so at least I have something to tell Sky. I drag the covers off the bed, exposing two women. “Get the fuck out!”

One of them starts moving around in bed, turning over, not embarrassed about showing off her naked body to me, or Derek. “Trey, you’re up early,” she tells me, then looks over at Derek.

“First, put some fucking clothes on, and second, who the hell are you and how did you get in my bed?” I don’t think I’ve ever been this angry in my life. This is so messed up.

“You were in a hurry to take my clothes off last night, both of ours,” she purrs, then giggles.

“I did not bring you up to my room last night, so how about you start telling me the fucking truth?” I shout again.

“That's the truth, we even have pictures.” She reaches for her phone on the nightstand, but Derek picks it up before she can.

He hands the phone over to me, and I open the photos app. “These are of me sleeping, There's not one picture on here of me touching you.” I scroll through them all to make sure that there isn’t. I even look at the videos to make sure that there's nothing there. Derek picks up the other phone and starts looking through that.

“Nothing on here either, just them on you while you sleep.” Derek throws the phone on the bed.

“Now, I'll ask again,” I growl, and she swallows hard. “How the fuck did you get in here?”

“Like I said, you brought us up here,” she repeats, sticking to her story.

I look at my watch. “I have to go, but you better be here when I get back—this conversation is not over,” I tell her. I run down the stairs, and grab my car keys.

“I’m coming with you.” Derek follows me out to the car. “Remember, you fucked up. If she doesn’t want to talk—”

“I didn’t fuck up,” I bite back as I’m still replaying everything from last night in my head. What part of the night am I missing? I remember everyone leaving my house, I remember getting in my bed alone, so from there and now, what the hell have I missed?

“Just remember, if she doesn’t want to talk, leave her alone for a while.”

I don’t say anything back to him. I know what he's doing, he’s being my manager and making sure that I don’t make a scene there, but I need him to be my friend more right now.

After parking the car, I run over to the mini bus. I see Sky getting on.

Calvin notices me and starts walking over. “You come anywhere near here, I'll punch your fucking face in. The only reason I’m not, is because Sky said that someone will take a picture.” He laughs bitterly. “Even after what you did, she's still making sure that everyone loves Trey King.”

I look at him then back to the minibus. “Calvin I didn’t—”