Between A roc and a Hard Place.

How I met your mother...lol

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Hope is not your typical girlie girl. Yes she wears the makeup, keeps her hair and nails did but she's tough. And not just because she plays basketball and runs track but because of the things she's gone through in life. You may think just because she is an only child, spoiled, her dad is a lawyer and she lives in a nice house that she always had it easy, but you have no idea. Her parents got divorced 2 year ago after almost 25 years. No infidelity or abuse but just because they didn't love each other anymore. Her past relationships have all failed and now ,at the age of 17, she's starting to resent men. All the people she thought loved her cheated on her or beat her.. And just when she was starting to believe that love wasn't real and that finding true love was just in fairy tales, life dropped a big buff light skinned package of reality right in her lap.

"Morning dad." Hope said coming downstairs.

"Goodmorning princess. You hungry?" He asked passing her a plate.

"Nah just put it in the microwave. I'll eat it when I come back." She said putting in her headphones. She was going for her usual morning run.

"Okay. Be careful." He said. He chuckled when he realized she couldn't hear him. Hope walked out the door and began to stretch on her front lawn. It was hot for an early Monday morning. She tied her shoes then fastened her phone inside the clip on her waist. She power walked to the gate and then took off down the block. Running made her forget all of the bad that had happened to her. Yes she loved living with her father but she missed her mom. It's only been two months since the moved to LA. Her dad couldn't even deal with living in the same STATE. As her mom and trust, flying all the way from Los Angeles to Philadelphia ever other other weekend was not fun. Lord knows why her dad decided to to move all the way out here. They were fine in New York. She desperately wanted to go home. She hated LA and nothing was going to change that. Continuing her run Hope Looked down to secure the phone that was slipping from her side and just as she picked up her head, she collided with someone.

"Oh shit!" The man said as the toppled over and he fell on top of her. "I am so sorry!"

"No it's my fault." Hope said reaching for her phone. "I was trying to make sure this didn't fall and break but I guess luck wasn't on my side." She frowned as she ran her finger over cracked screen of her galaxy s 4. "Ouch. It cut me!"

"Let me help you." The guy said standing up and reaching out to her. She grabbed his hand and he pulled her to her feet.

"Thank you." She said smiling.

"You welcome." He grabbed her hand. "Now let me take a look at that cut." She quickly snatched away.

"I can do it when I get home it's no biggy."

"We'll it's obvious you have a piece of glass stuck in your finger. Which could possibly get infected." He said pointing to Hope's hand. "Just walk with me to my car. I have a first aid kit."

"I'd rather not." She said. "I don't even know your name."

"My name is Chres." He smiled. Something about this boy was oddly familiar so she agreed. "And here." He handed her his phone. "Just so you know I'm not trying to hurt you." She laughed at his joke. When she got to his car she was astonished. Her dad was rich and she drove a Beamer but he had to to have some serious dough. Pushing an all white Aston Martin.

"Your parents must be rich." She laughed.

"Uh no." He said opening up his passenger door. He pulled out a first at kit and told her to sit down on the seat. She was hesitant at first but he tossed her his keys. "Can't kidnap you if I don't have keys right?" They both laughed a bit and she sat down.