Change of Plans
We boarded the plane the next morning to head back to Miami from New Orleans. I grabbed a window seat near the back of the plane and put my Beats headphones in my ears. Before I could get too deep into Roddy Rich’s new album, I got a text from my brother.
Eva came by last night. You should talk to her.
I stared at the phone for a second not really knowing how to respond. The last time Eva and I spoke, she didn’t really have much to say. It’s been damn near a month. What could she possibly have to say to me at this point? I typed out my response and sent it.
Tried. Didn’t get very far.
Rispondi al telefono, fratello. It’s important. I gotta get to my next class.
I shrugged and closed my eyes. The flight would be quick. I’ll deal with Eva when I got back to Miami.
3 hours later…
I was sitting at a table in Savour not too far from the airport. I sent a text to Eva when my flight landed and asked her to meet me here. She agreed. She walked in the door wearing a pair of ripped jeans, a red tank top, and a black, satin baseball jacket. It was a week before Christmas, but it is Miami. The high for today was like 70. On her feet were a pair of Jordan 11 Breds. Kinda hurt that she wasn’t rocking my new kicks, they drop next week, but Nico and I already have ours and I may or may not have a couple pairs in a size 6 at the house. But it just served as a reminder of where we are.
She stopped at the counter to place her ordered before heading my way. I stood up at she neared the table and gave her a hug that was slightly awkward when she reached me.
“Jordan’s huh? I would have overlooked some Kobe’s, but I’m a little hurt.” I gave her a small smile. I really didn’t want the awkwardness to linger.
“Well, your shoes don’t drop until next week, so I had to roll with what I had.” She said with a small smile.
“Oh, you know I could have gotten a pair special for you. Just say the word.”
I took a sip from my Mango Sunrise smoothie as she took her seat.
“So, what’s up, Antonio?”
“Nico said you stopped by the house last night. He thought I should I give you a call.”
“Yeah, I wanted to drop the key off so I made sure he was home.”
“So, we’re giving back the keys? What’s going on with you? What happened to us?”
“Well,” she said slowly.
“I am going to be leaving Miami next month. I’m moving to New York.”
I heard what she said, but at the same time I felt like there was a high pitched noise in the background, so I couldn’t clearly hear what she said.
“Come again?”
Before she could respond, the waitress brought her food to the table.
“I’m moving to New York. I got into NYU and I was able to enroll in the spring. Orientation starts January twentieth.”
“And when were you going to say something?”
“I’m saying it now.”
“A month before this is all supposed to happen? Is this about Sophie?” I noticed she tensed up at the mention of her name.
“This is a bit extreme don’t you think?”
“That situation just confirmed that I was doing the right thing.”
“How you figure?”
“Your career just seemed to take off out of nowhere last year. I’ve been feeling like I’m coming in second. Maybe even third or fourth. Then just talking to everybody at Homecoming, the girls just felt like I was so lucky to be dating a pro athlete. I didn’t want to feel like I was losing myself in all that you were becoming.”
Nothing she was saying was making any sense. I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. How was she going to lose herself?
“You know I stayed for you, right? I stayed. In Miami. For you! I could have gone to Los Angeles, but I stayed, Eva!”
“You can’t put all of that on me, Antonio.”
“I’m not putting it all on you, but I would be lying if I said that you weren’t being considered when I had the choice to move all the way across the country.”
“You knew I was planning to go back to school eventually.”
“We didn’t even discuss it though. I discussed L.A. with you.”
“You didn't have to."
"Wow."
"Well, things have been off since October and then just with the girl at the restaurant.”
“What about tuition?”
“I got a scholarship and some grants. You know my dad is back at work. He took that warehouse manager position six months ago and it’s going really great. He’s back at the salary he was making before he was laid off. I’ve been able to actually save my money from work. So, I should be good.”
I just nod my head since I can’t say anything. I figured this day was coming, but not this soon.
“You know we could have gone to Los Angeles and you could have just started your acting career there. It’s not like we don’t know Gabrielle Union.”
She shook her head.
“I want to earn my degree, Antonio. I also want to do the work myself. Not just because my boyfriend played basketball with Dwyane Wade. I don't want to feel like I owe you anything.”
“That's messed up, but I guess I can respect that. I still don't see why our thing has to end?”
“I just feel like we need a clean break. I don’t expect you to stay faithful to me for four years.”
“Damn. Tell me how you really feel.”
“I’m not saying it like that, but I also don’t want to make you feel like you have to. We would only have the summers together, if that. You’re twenty. You have this amazing career ahead of you. You’ll be going places and meeting people. I don’t want you to feel like I’m holding you back from anything.”
“Shouldn’t I be the one to decide that?”
“If we’re meant to be, we’ll be. But I will say that I would like for us to enjoy our last month together before I leave. I don’t want to ruin our friendship over this.”
“Right. Friends.” I manage to choke out.
“Ashley is throwing a party for me next month and I would love for you to be there.”
I just nod as we finish our meal in relative silence. I’m not really up for small talk, but I also don’t want to make her feel bad about choice. So, we don’t talk about New York. We talk about the upcoming games, and we talk about my new shoes dropping in a few days and my upcoming meeting with Body Armor. And Nico graduating in the spring. Anything and everything but fucking New York.