Andre Martin woke up in a dimly lit bedroom to the dreaded sound of his cell phone alarm. "God... five more minutes, please..."
the young man muttered as he pressed snooze and began to drift back off to sleep. He was almost instantly jolted back awake, however, when his phone began to ring once more; this time, instead of it being his phone alarm, it was a Facetime from none other than his younger sister. He almost declined her call, but ultimately decided against it after remembering what happened the last time he tried to do that. "What do you want?"
Andre asked, his voice muffled as his face was buried deep in his pillow."I don't think that's the proper way to greet someone who's calling to check up on yo ass,"
Chanel's voice pierced through the silence. "And it's a good thing I did... don't you have a whole ass reunion event to attend right now? It's almost eight o'clock. And don't even try to lie and say that you don't, cause I already see people posting pictures all over my timeline. Why the fuck are you still in bed, Dre? Get up! Now!""Okay, fine. I'm up,"
Dre said, rolling his eyes and reaching over to turn on the lights. "You start to sound more and more like mom every time I talk to you."
As the siblings continued to banter, Andre decided to use that time to pick out what he was going to wear to the cocktail party. Of course, he had to listen to his sister's input; he wasn't surprised in the slightest when he found that he actually agreed with her suggestion
. Soon, Andre was ready to go; his outfit was clean, his hair was freshly brushed, and head was in the zone. It was only after Chanel had said her last few words to him that the nerves finally began to creep in."Oh, and don't forget to say hi to Grace for me,"
She'd said before ending the call. "I really miss her."
After spending the majority of his teen years attending a school that spent tens of thousands of dollars on prom
, Andre wasn't surprised in the slightest to see that the cocktail party setup for their reunion was just as fancy and expensive looking. Part of him wondered how Amanda even found the time to piece together something so extravagant. As he strolled out of the back doors and down the stairs with his hands tucked in his pockets, Andre donned his usual, wide grin. While letting his eyes scan the scene for his boys, he also stopped here and there to greet a few people he recognized from school. Everything seemed to be going smoothly. That is, until he took a few more steps and spotted an all too familiar face sitting at a table next to the pool.
Grace Pruett looked just as beautiful as she did back in high school. Hell, she looked even better. Andre didn't even realize he'd been staring until someone bumped into his shoulder, quickly knocking him out of his trance. "Yo, my bad man,"
he said instinctively to whoever it was who continued walking, before glancing back up at Grace. It was only a split second after his eyes had nearly found hers that he turned and begun to speed away in the opposite direction. He didn't stop walking until he found three of the guys he'd been searching for in the first place.”Can I get you two something from the bar?”
Andre had arrived just in time to hear none other than Astroman himself ask if Jace and Brent if they wanted something from the bar."Man, I'll take the strongest shit they got over there at this point,"
Andre said half-jokingly as he went around the table and greeted each of his friends. "Fellas. It's been too damn long."