Breakthrough

My Girl

The next few days went by fairly quickly and before I knew it, it was Friday. Thank the lord Jesus. This week I had three exams, and ended my internship at once of the local practices. Before I know it I'll be graduating which is exciting as hell. Blake and I have been texting each other back and forth but we haven't seen each other since the time he came over and explain himself. I guess you can say I forgave him. What he was doing was only trying to protect himself from some broke ass money loving bitch. I have to say I kinda miss him. I miss his scent that was left of my comforter and one of my throw pillows that I would bury my face in until it faded. I miss his sweet smile and his laugh. I miss him telling me that he thinks about when the next time he's going to see me. I miss all of that. I continued to lay in my bed and watch the Today show. Ina Garten was on this morning making some kind of summer frittata. It looked delicious and quite simple. I was jotting down the ingredients on my phone when I could hear the rumbling of my stomach. The noise which inspired me to get my ass out of bed and head over to Trader Joes and get all the stuff to make it. I left on my sweats from the night before and threw on an old Lakers tshirt before grabbing my sunglasses and my purse. When I got into my car I heard the radio talking about the "Battle of the Los Angeles'" that was happening tonight at the Staples Center which was my cue to change the station. When I parked my car and walked toward the entrance of the store I saw that I had a missed call from Blake. My heart jumped at the sign of the little phone icon with his name beside it. Why was he calling me? Was it that important that he couldn't text me? I realized I needed time to gather my thoughts before returning his cal. Ok Sophie. After you leave the store you'll call him on your way home. Yeah. That's it. I tossed my phone back into my purse and grabbed a cart. The first thing I looked at were the flowers. I needed a little color to liven up my kitchen. I went with the purple hydrangeas and white Gerber daisies. I then pulled out my phone and read the things on my list. Eggs. Sharp cheddar cheese. Cherry tomatoes. Green onions. Ok. I began pushing my car forward not even bothering to look ahead and that's when I realized I'd hit someone else's cart that managed to tip over spilling all the contents on the floor.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I really should have these sunglasses off when I'm in here."
"Oh no, it's fine. I keep mine on in here too" he said laughing to himself or possibly at me. That was when I smelled the heavy scent of sandalwood and mint mingling together and dancing on his skin. That was when I looked up and realized that the guy behind the aviators was Blake. Why didn't he recognize me? Or why didn't I recognize him? I look like shit. Shit. I look like shit. I didn't even brush me hair or put on eyeliner. Did I brush my teeth last night?
"I guess it would be-- Soph! Sophie. Oh my god I didn't even realize it was you." Damn he did it again.
"Ahahah, it's me! I'm sorry" I said picking up one of the apples that had rolled onto the floor.
"Hey, you can ram into me anytime." He said winking.
"Oh my lord. We are in public!" I said smacking the center of his chest.
"I mean we can take the ramming somewhere else. I mean your bed was pretty comfortable."
"Very funny. Your funny I told you that."
"You did indeed. So what are you doing here? And the real question is why are you wearing that God awful shirt. Like put that away! Do you even know what tonight is?!"
"I didn't think it was a crime being at the grocery store. And it's old and it's comfy and I didn't feel like taking the time to look the least bit decent just to come to the grocery store. Anymore questions?" I said placing my hand on my hip.
"Yes, you didn't answer my last question about tonight" he said scratching the top of his head and adjusting his sunglasses that hung on his shirt.
"What about tonight?" I questioned as he looked at me in awe.
"It's the battle of the Los Angeles'! How could you not know about it! And your reppin' the wrong team."
"Oh I see. You're a little scared that you might not be able to to take Kobe" I said winking at him.
"Oh I think I can manage. But, you should go. I can get you some really good seats. Then we could go back to my place, order some food. Hangout?"
"Already pushing for number four aren't you griffin?"
"I try my best."
"Alright. Well that sounds like a nice night. I think I'll have to accept your invitation."
"I'm glad to hear it. Now, I personally think you would look much better in blue or red rather than this atrocious combo of purple and gold."
"You know I think I might actually wear this to the game. I mean I think it suits the occasion?"
"You can't do that to your boy now Sophie."
"Oh really? What makes you think you're my boy?" I questioned him giving him a confused look.
"I mean, I like to think you're my girl..." He said giving me a little smirk.
"You're cute Griffin. Really. Now if you'll excuse me I have a frittata to make but I'll see you tonight" I said as I grabbed my cart and started pushing it toward the checkout lanes as I felt his presence grow near.
"A frittata. Hmmm, that sounds pretty good since I haven't had breakfast this morning."
"I see you're just inviting yourself over."
"I mean we do live in the same neighborhood. I could be there in less than seven minutes. I could bring stuff to make mimosas." He was very tempting. Very tempting. His scent and his offer to bring mimosas. I think I might have died and gone to heaven.
"Alright fine. I guess you can come over. But I'm expecting orange juice and champagne in hand when you arrive."
"You have my word. And I'll bring you something more appropriate to wear to tonight's game" he said winking at me. I didn't want to admit it but I really like him. I really really like him. This NBA superstar was coming over to my house for breakfast and calling me his girl. No one better pinch me because this seems like one hell of a dream and I don't want to wake up just quite yet.