Damn Your Eyes

Chapter VIII

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"Finish this set strong guys!" The trainer exclaimed. "5....4....3...2...1...Relax."

Blake stopped his drill before letting out a deep, exhausted huff. He walked over to the water table grimacing at his aching muscles. He grabbed a small plastic cup and filled with water, before he took a large gulp, devouring the entire contents. DJ walked over to where Blake was, mimicking his actions.

As he tried to contain his breathing, Blake looked out to the ocean taking in the site of a few surfers and swimmers. Much to the surfers' dismay, the water was pretty calm. The waves were small, the sun was high in the sky. Surprisingly, it wasn't too hot considering it was the beginning of the second week of June.

Blake and DJ decided to start their offseason workouts early. The season unfortunately ended with the Clippers not making the playoffs, but it's not like anyone really thought they would anyways. Well except the Clippers organization. Besides not making the playoffs, Blake had a pretty successful rookie season. He was excited that he actually got to play considering he had to sit out the season prior due to injury. His excitement and enthusiasm took him far. He was selected to play in the NBA All-Star Game, the first rookie to do so since Yao Ming. He participated in the Rookie Challenge, and the Dunk Contest, which he inevitably won with an iconic dunk over the hood of a car. He set franchise records, such as most consecutive double-doubles. And on top of everything, he was unanimously voted Rookie of the Year. To say he had a pretty good start to his career would be an understatement.

Even with all the success of his rookie year, Blake desperately wanted to at least make the playoffs. Honestly he really wanted to win a title, but he was slowly learning that everything worth having comes with time. So he was determined to work hard this summer to prepare for the next season. With the addition of veteran point guard, Chris Paul, Blake was confident the team would be successful.

Blake turned back towards the table, to set his cup down. He scanned the boardwalk that was a few feet away from him and observed the people walking around. The boardwalk of Manhattan Beach wasn't too crowded, considering it was just past nine am. Blake was sure that would change in the matter of a few hours. As he people watched he noticed a familiar figure running down the boardwalk. The female had on black spandex shorts with a matching compression long sleeve hoodie. From what he could tell, shoes were a colorful version of Nike Freeruns. Her long curly hair was pulled back into a high ponytail that swayed side to side as she moved. She had an arm band attached to her upper right arm that contained her phone or ipod with the earphones placed in her ears.

When the figure finally was close enough, Blake noticed that it was Bre's friend Harley. He had not seen her again since the night a week and a half ago. Blake didn't attend any of the other festivities for Bre's birthday weekend, forbidding him with the chance to run into the bombshell again.

Blake licked his lips as took in the sight of her. He would be lying if he said that she hadn't crossed his mind a few times since they met. He was hoping for the opportunity to see her again, he just didn't know how. Blake wasn't good friends with Nick's girlfriend. Hell, he wasn't great friends with Nick to be honest. He just needed something to do on that Friday evening of the birthday dinner. That being said, there was no chance he could ask Bre for Harley's number. He probably could've gotten away with asking Nick but it would be weird.

As DJ began to say something to Blake, Harley slowed down to a stop. She bent over grabbing her knees trying to catch her breath. She had her back facing the beach so Blake got a great view of her ass. And a nice ass it was. Not usually much of an ass man, Blake couldn't help but appreciate Harley's in all its glory. It was round, plump, and large. Blake smirked as he wondered if he smacked it, if it would jiggle.