Prologue:
"Get out!" She yelled. What was her name again; you know what? I don't even care so I left her apartment. Even though I didn't care I still thought about her name...Hanna; her name was Hanna. She was pretty, but I met her that night and barley knew her. I intended to keep it that way! I opened the door that led to the crisp December, New York air that felt like tiny ice daggers flying through each particle in my skin without any warning. The building in front of me reads 1:16 am on the built in electronic reader board. I run my fingers through my thick, black hair, that is one of my many mannerisms that I can't control. It's like my stress reliever. I think to myself, what is a 23 year old Cubs baseball manager going to do at one in the morning in NYC? I need an advance on my flight back to Chicago. Just when I think things can't get any worse than being thrown out of your 1-night-stand girls apartment it starts to pour down rain.
"Taxi!" I screamed. Quicker than I could blink a faded yellow vehicle pulls up on my right. I hop in, "JFK airport, please."
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Teen FictionTyler has the great life every one dreams of. He is the manager for the Chicago Cubs; 9 years ago in New York on bussiness he didn't just leave a player to a new team...he left something valuable of his in a woman. Now, 9 years later There is a glim...
