ALMOST A MISS

Chapter Four

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The guy that did my braids is amazing; I am in love with how he did them. After I got my hair done we went for movie before Judy left with her mom to see her grand ma. So I am left in this big house alone till Sunday evening or maybe Monday, that's according to Judy who wasn't that happy to leave me.

When you are left alone you do everything. Like snooping around all rooms and making ice cream Sundae your dinner before you start to panic that Cindy can be crazy enough to have cameras around. At around eight I settled on having a Channing Tetum and the Hemsworth brother movie marathon or as I like to call it, hottie marathon till two when I retired for bed.

Sunday was a drag with James the guard being either too scared that I am the bosses daughter or just boring. Lunch passed and Maureen wasn't back to make my awesome meals yet so sandwich and soda will do. Surfed the net, checked on my former friends ho they are and its funny; Max, my e boyfriend who left me for Carrie the school hottie/slut, well they are broken up. Apparently Carrie couldn't keep he legs closed and all this information was on Facebook.

After much talking to myself for hours that seemed like days I settled for a run. I think getting lost wont be easy. I kind of know the place.

A quick change into my running gear and ipod plugged in I was out of the most lonely house and jogging around the hood. I wasn't alone count an old man and his wife were walking jogging. That's how I call it. If you can reach them and put a massive distance between you and them and they claim they are jogging and their age thrown into the mix what can you call it.

My eyes were focused on the road; well that's what I thought until I fell but first. What the hell did I hit? Air was sucked out of my lungs I didn't know from which, the fact that I hit something hard or the fact that I fell down on my ass.

"You should really check where you run to." The voice was definitely male, I was glad it wasn't a familiar voice like it belonged to the, I don't know, the hot god. Lately life has been playing a rude game on me and mostly making me look stupid.

"You should watch where you going too." I returned his comment taking his hand that he had stretched to help me up.

"Then we both on the wrong." He put his hand up like he was admitting defeat. He was hot, not the guy who almost knocked me down with his car and I poured hot coffee on him kind of hot but if the hottie god had a friend or brother this would definitely be the guy. " I am Chris." he put his hand on his hips shifting his weight on one side. Kind of getting a balance or taking a break. You can tell he has been running for a while with the amount of sweat running down his shirt.

"I am Blake." Moving to his side to avoid the sun hitting my face.

"You new here or you visiting?"

"Wait, do I have a branding on my forehead written new." making a new friend "I am new, you can say I just moved in."

"Welcome and I can tell from your accent." He used the back of his hand to brush sweat off his forehead. His dirt blond hair was soaked up clinging to the sides of his face. His blue eyes were striking and awesomely calm."I usually go for a run with my cousin every day, that's if I can manage to get him away from his car or room." He looked around like he was looking for him or something.

"I suppose you don't know anyone yet?"

"Apart from the people I stay with, no one. Maybe the guy who almost knocked me down last week." We both laughed. His was deep like back of the throat sexy laugh.

He pointed to his right. "That's Mangi's residence and he kinda owns this place and his daughter on the other hand is a handful. She goes by the name Jina Mangi and advice stay away from her." He then motioned to the old couple who were coming up the hill. "They are the Harrisons, they have been together since the dawn of time and they are the sweetest thing ever. They live down there." pointing to where I had come from. "Then there is Cindy just opposite them." I don't know why but I wrinkled my nose name at the mention of that name. "She lives with her fiancé and she is stuck up. Everyone hates her."