𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

𝐬𝐢𝐱

︎⌜︎𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘰 ♔︎ 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 ⌟︎

Thought Amara has been here for a certain number of days I can't help but notice small things about her. The first thing I noticed was she is undeniably the smartest person I've met, secondly shes an observer that's who she was, she's notice the small things normal people would either not care to pick up on or look over. And third she hiding something.

It may not be something big in any normal persons eyes but it's huge in hers. It's turned her into the girl she is now and not once was. I don't care what it's about but it does cause curiosity to bubble in my stomach.

Today for whatever reason she missed tryouts, and knowing her she'll do anything to make the team. Even if what I'm doing may cause problems with me and my dad I'm sure if I dig deep enough I'll find out what her lips refuse to say but her eyes scream it's gonna take a little time but I've got nothing better to do.

After an hour of arguing with Dallas she finally gave me Amara's number.

Typing her number into the keypad the silence of my room allows me to hear the pads of my fingers hitting the screen.

Ringing twice, the once almost obnoxious noise is now replaced with a slightly less obnoxious noise.

"hello" she speaks in the phone.

"hey" I reply already knowing she rolling her eyes after hearing my voice.

"what Enzo" she sighs "my dad told me to let you know, if you want your spot on the team come over and show him how you play on the court" I speak into the phone placed at my ear while throwing a small ball into the air then catching it.

I hear her suck in a breath before she speaks again "and how will I be doing that if there's no court" she asks a slow smiles spreads across my lips "I have a court Smith".

"oh no fucking way" she barley gets out before the scolding of a older woman starts because of her language. After apologizing "alright I'm on my way" she quickly says before hanging up.

Letting my phone slide out of my hand I lay back on my bed letting the race on Friday take up my thoughts. Before my phone starts ringing again I look over to see Amara's number show up as the caller ID.

"what?" I ask "you forgot to give me your address" she says as a shutting door is heard in the background "oh shit right, 1563 Roseville" I reply before hanging up.

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Hearing a car pulling into the drive away I quickly jump off my bed and quietly run down stairs opening the door.

Letting the cool night breeze hit me I let my eyes run over her car.

It's definitely not what I expected her to drive, it's Black matte cover and red interior scream expensive while the white L.E.Ds only add. She turns off her car and pulls her keys out of the ignition. A hit of familiarity hits me, brushing it off I look bad to Amara. Rolling up the tinted window she gets out. she's wearing leggings showing off her long legs along with her shape, a shirt the shows a sliver of her way to thin stomach with her chestnut hair falling freely down her back and ending at her lower waist.

clearing her throat "where's your dad? I hope his presence isn't as insufferable as yours" she says her voice laced with sarcasm. Letting out a fake laugh "first I need your help with something" before she gets a word out I take her cold hand and drag her inside and straight to my room carefully not waking my parents.

Playing with her might be cruel but there's no harm in a little digging.

Getting to my room and shutting the door she rips her hand away from me "what the fuck is wrong with you!" she exclaims her keys and phone in her hand "I need something from you" I tell her in a hushed voice hoping she gets the hint "with?" she asks in a lower tone.

"I need you to tutor me" I itch the back off my neck in hopes of my intentions looking true. "First Payton now you?! what the fuck is wrong with the male hormones in that fucking school?!" She yells at my taken back face.

"what on earth are you talking about?" I ask out of pure confusion "I'm not trying to fuck you" I add as she loses her stiffened position "oh- no why on gods green earth would I tutor you?" she asks.

Amara has walls.

She's built walls around her, not letting anyone too close.

Meaning she's either been betrayed or has gotten her trust broken way to many times.

"Smith, listen to me. I can't lose my spot on the team football is my life and my dad would kick my ass" I lie through my teeth hopping she wouldn't know it's not even football season.

And the small fact I haven't even played sense year 7

"how's that my problem? Just pay someone to do your work." She says about to leave before I catch her hand again.

"You and I both know I would ask if i weren't desperate" I push before letting go of her hand letting her walk into the hallway showing herself out.