Right after the game, I’d got a call off Axel. Mamma was bad. Real bad. He’d had her at the free clinic, and they prescribed more meds. She was having one of her bad spells. And we didn’t have the cash to cover the cost of the meds yet, so Axel had to bring her back in pain.
I’d waited until all the players had left the locker room, then tore the place apart. And then in she walked, the fuckin’ Goth cheerleader. Except she hadn’t looked too much like a Goth. I liked the Goth look; she was dark like me. But without makeup, she looked so different… She looked beautiful, and my heart almost exploded in my chest.
But of late, she was seeing too much of me and my family. And I’d had to scare her away. It was my duty as a Carillo.
A knock sounded on my door and in walked Rome. He nodded at me warily and took a seat on my sofa. The freshman were all downstairs in our frat house, getting set up for the party, so we as seniors could chill until folks started arriving.
Rome took the remote for my TV and turned it on; SportsCenter was his choice. With disinterest, I watched the presenters recap the NFL games from last Sunday.
“You gonna talk about what that call was over after the game?” Rome eventually said without taking his eyes from the screen.
I flashed a glance in his direction. He was wearing his usual sleeveless Tide shirt and jeans as he leaned on his hand. He must’ve felt me looking at him and he looked my way.
“Well?” he pushed, and I sat up on the edge of my bed, elbows leaning on my knees as I ran my hands over my head in frustration.
I couldn’t speak about my mamma. It was too damn painful.
“Carillo. C’mon, man. Something’s going on and it’s eating at you. Is it your mamma?”
Sighing, I looked over at my best friend and the concerned frown on his face. “Yeah. She’s getting worse.”
Rome’s face fell. He loved my mamma to death. She’d been a mother to him when his own didn’t wanna know him. She’d cared for him, listened to his problems, and watched every football game we both played.
“What needs to be done?” he asked bluntly.
I shrugged. “Don’t know, some wonder pill she needs.”
“So get it. What’s the problem?” he said plainly.
My gut clenched and I glared at him.
Rome leaned forward and said, “Austin, if this is a question of money, you know I’ll—”
“Don’t,” I snapped. “Don’t even finish that damn sentence. I’m not taking anything from you. I know you mean well and all, but that won’t be happening.”
Rome stood and began pacing the room. “Fuck, Carillo! Don’t be so damn stubborn! You know I’ve got the cash to spare. My grandparents left me millions… millions, eighty-three! And shit, but after all your mamma did for me as a kid, I’ll gladly give it. I ain’t got nothing else to spend it on. If my daddy has his way, I’ll be running Prince Oil before long, and I’ll be a goddamn billionaire!”
Walking across to Rome, I put my hand on his shoulder, stopping him from pacing. As he looked up at me, I could see the anguish on his face about my mamma. About his daddy putting pressure on him to reject the NFL draft and take over the family business. My best friend was hurting too.
We were both fucked.
“One: you ain’t gonna run Prince Oil. You’re gonna get drafted and go pro. You know you’ll be a first round pick in the draft. Keep on to that plan. And two: as much as I appreciate what you’re trying to do for me, for Mamma, with your money, it’s not gonna happen. Axel won’t accept it. Him, Levi, and me will sort shit. We’ll get it done.”
Rome scoffed and shook his head. “How will you get it done? The Heighters? Is that the answer to your money problems? Coke? Is that how you’ll get done?”
Ice ran through my veins. “Ain’t your concern, Bullet.”
Rome planted his hand on my shoulder. “That’s where you’re wrong. It is my damn business. I don’t wanna see my best friend, my brother, locked up for dealing cocaine. Your life’ll be ruined. And I’m telling you now, Carillo, you go down this road, I won’t support it. I can’t see you being dragged back into that life. Not when you got the NFL in your sights.”
Knocking away his hand, I moved back to the bed and slumped down.
“Carillo? What the fuck?” Rome said angrily.
“I ain’t dealing, so calm the fuck down.”
“But Axel is?” he said knowingly.
I nodded and Rome moved to sit beside me, both of us staring forward into the distance. We said nothing for several seconds.
“And now Levi,” I said reluctantly.
Instantly, Rome froze.
“Levi? Fourteen-year-old fuckin’ Levi? Christ, Austin! No! You said he was just on the fringe of the Heighters. Not dealing for them!” he shouted, this time even more pissed off. Rome liked my kid brother. Wanted more for him.
“Yeah, man. My little bro. Levi’s old enough now to contribute. Axe will get him out when it’s all over. We Carillos are getting shit done the only way we know how.”
“Illegally,” Rome muttered.