Free RedZone by Timia Williams

Trey answered in the same tone.
    “I would be nice to me if I were you Mr. Pittman.” Detective Hart grinned. “Young lady could you wait out in the hall for a few minutes while I speak to Trey?” The young woman rolled her eyes while she grabbed her hoodie and brushed pass both of the men in the door way. Before she could say anything Detective Hart closed the door in her face.
    “So wassup?” Trey asked flopping on his bed.
    “You tell me?” Detective Hart stood.
    “What you mean? You knocked on my door , sir . ”
    Trey responded slickly with a slight slur from his drinking earlier that night.
    “Well I’m hearing you’re going around campus beating on women-”
    “Now hold the fuck up! Who told you that shit? That bitch Sevynn?” Trey asked angrily.
    “Watch your goddamn tone!” Detective Hart barked back at Trey as if he was his father.
    “Dog, I ain’t hit no bitc-female on this campus.” Trey said watching his tone and glancing over at the gun on the Detectives hip.
    “I am just going off of witness’ my man!” Detective Hart said watching Trey’s eyes in slight fear of his weapon.
    “You need to watch your ego, Pittman.” the Detective mentioned after a 15 second staring contest with Trey.
    “What?”
    “You heard me. You got people suspicious of you.”
    “Because I’m confident!?” Trey scrunched his face up.
    “No, because you suddenly became confiden t afte r Bryce died.” Detective Hart reminded him. Trey sat in silence for a few seconds playing with his hands like a child being scorned by their parents. He didn’t know what to say. Detective Hart glanced around the room and looked down at his phone for the time.
    “Who’s, Sevynn?” Detective Hart asked walking out of the door.
    “My ex. She tried to sleep with Bryce. She was the last to see him that night. Thought I told you this before?” Trey asked looking confused.
    “No, I don’t recall.” Detective Hart said closing the door.
     
     
     
    0:13
     
    “Yo, Trey.” Coach Booker called out as he walked into the locker room. “Hey, man are you cool? I’ve been trying to call you.”
    “Yeah Coach, I’m good. I lost my phone.” Trey said while snapping his chin strap to his helmet.
    “Listen, there’s a scout out there today looking at you. He’s real interested in working with you.” Coach Booker whispered. “Play your ass off!”
    “Don’t I always!” Trey responded. They both laughed. Trey expression changed when he saw Angel walk in the room. They hadn’t spoken since the day he and Sevynn accused him of killing Bryce. They grilled each other like enemies as he walked behind the lockers. Trey also remembered what Detective Hart said about his ego.
    “You and Hernandez beefing?” Another teammate questioned.
    “Nah.” Trey lied.
    ***
      It was the end of the season for S.U. The CSA Honey Bowl. They went an undefeated season and was happy to be back in the Championship again. Trey looked around the stadium, it was thousands of fans in the stands. He smiled to himself, at how far he had come. ‘Damn, wish you could see this bro!’ He thought to himself as he imagined Bryce standing beside him on the sideline. He missed his friend. He looked to his left and saw Michele in her cheerleading uniform, they locked eyes. She still had a look of disgust on her face. He nodded his head at her gesturing ‘I know I fucked up’.
    ***
    “Look at that kid move!!!!” The commentator shouted over the speakers in the stadium. The crowd jumped and yelled. Trey made it down to the 10 yard line. They were down by a touchdown.
    “Trey, we gonna run this in, then go for the conversion!” The quarterback called out the play.
    “Why you can’t pass it to me, why he get to have the glory?” Angel asked.
    “Yo, What’s your problem?” Trey snapped. “You never had a problem when Bryce took the glory.”
    “You’re my problem and you’re not Bryce, pussy!” Angel argued back stepping in Trey’s face. Trey