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𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗥 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚
𝟮𝟰 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗹𝗱
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Samir sucked his teeth as he watched another call go to voicemail.
It had been 2 days since the kitchen incident, and from the way every call or text he made to Kianna went undelivered, he could guess that she was avoiding him.
He didn't want to admit it, but it was hurting him more than he thought. From his perspective, he thought that Kianna was finally starting to return his feelings. No girl blushed or was shy that much around a man she didn't like.
He had her mother and her best friend's approval, both of them reassuring him that he wasn't fighting a losing battle and that Kianna did in fact feel something for him.
So when he had pushed it, and crossed the line just a bit, her running away from him had him feeling incredibly embarrassed.
He couldn't even go and see her. Since yesterday he had been in Miami for a match, he had wanted badly to decline, but money had to be made, no matter how much he wanted to talk to Kianna before he left.
He was currently sitting in his hotel, his match was tomorrow, and although he should be more focused on it, his mind was full of Kianna.
He wished that he could hold her again, and be able to tell her something funny just to see her pretty smile.
He was dreading going back, not knowing where they stood in their friendship—or if they even still had one.
He was checking in on her via Ivy, who told him not to worry to much, but he was doing the exact opposite.
It was late and he didn't want to stress about it anymore. He decided to leave her one more text before heading to bed. Doubting that's she would even answer.
Pretty baby🤞🏽: wassup pretty, can we talk? I just wanna make sure we good love ion like you ignoring me.
Pretty baby 🤞🏽: text me when you can, yeah?
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Samir wasn't surprised to wake up to no text back. But he didn't let it dwell on him. Today was the last match he had to do before he qualified for the finals, he had to focus.
Once he had finished his morning routine he went straight to the provided gym that the hotel had, his coach, Jackson, already there and prepping.
He needed to let everything go.
He didn't know when but slowly the avoidance from her, was changing from confusion to anger and frustration. Samir had to realize and remind himself that he wasn't a little kid anymore, he was a grown man with plans and dreams. He couldn't risk fucking up all his hard work over one small issue.
He had music blasting through his AirPods as he began his work out. he pushed himself, rushing through all his drills and letting out all his frustrations on the poor punching bag.
Samir knew his coach and all the other people in the gym were worried, the way he was pushing his self through all the exercises wasn't something he usually did.
"Samir." Jackson called out. Samir pretended not to hear ignoring him as he focused on his task. "Samir! I know yo' ass hea' me boy." He said. He took the pads off his hands and walked towards him.
