Cheyenne Simmons had met someone downtown from school. People talk about how the hottest, sexiest player in school, Sean Coles. He has slept with twenty girls in school. Not only that, but he lives in the poor spots of town. Those spots where you ca...
That night was a new start of a special friendship. They talked more often through text. Cheyenne did what Sean told her. Practice her vision. It was gradually getting better. A month has passed and April sprung into sight. On the first day of April Cheyenne had started the third session with Sean at the boxing arena. Sean dressed in a wife beater and blue basketball shorts with his blue Jordans.
"Asshole!" Cheyenne shouted.
"Bitch!"
"ShitHead!"
"Loser!" Cheyenne yelled from her lungs. Sean was sweating through his shirt. Cheyenne chuckles and tosses him a water bottle and towel.
"I'm tired, can we stop?" Sean asks.
"Nope. I need that shirt damp has hell. Let's go." Sean loved how pushy Cheyenne was. He couldn't help but smirk.
"Jackass!" Cheyenne yells. Sean looks at her, with his eyes the shade of red again. "Punch the bag." Sean turns to the bag, punching harder. "Now you can stop." Cheyenne smiles and takes Sean's gloves.
"I need to take a shower, can I take one at yo turf?" Cheyenne nods and walks out the arena with Sean. They head to Cheyennes and get in. Sean paces up stairs and stairs for his shower, and Cheyenne went into her room and took a shower.
She grabs her purple towel and goes inside. She wraps the towel around her body and puts her hair in a messy high bun. She takes off her new glasses and jumps in. After the steamy shower she gets out and puts her body lotion on. She puts on her pajamas and goes downstairs, where Sean was on his phone. "Wassup?" Cheyenne takes out her ponytail and leaves out her hair.
"Nothin'. Just bored as hell." Sean says, keeping his eyes on his phone.
"What are doing?" Cheyenne leans over his shoulder and looks at his Twitter page. She reads them and sees mostly girls talking dirty. Sean smiles at every one he reads and replies with What Time. "Pervert." Cheyenne chuckles.
"They askin fo fucking so imma give them what dey ask fo." Sean looks at Cheyenne. Every time he looks at her, all he sees is beauty. But he doesn't know what beauty is yet. "Why are you wearing your glasses?" Cheyenne shrugs. "Cause I can't see without them." Sean snatches them off and puts up five fingers.
"What number am I holding up?"
"Five?" Sean smiles.
"Girl, keep them ugly ass glasses off to face. You ain't need em." Cheyenne rolls her eyes and walks to the kitchen.
"You want plantains?" Cheyenne asks.
"What is plantain?" Sean asks, walking into the kitchen.
"This."
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