Aerin Creer
"Ma'am were closing." A worker told me as I looked up at him.
"Okay."
"I mean you can stay." Once he saw my face.
"No it's okay-"
"It's not, plus it raining outside , you can stay." He told me as I nodded and sat down on a stool.
"Why you here at 2 am?" He asked me as he stacked up the cups.
"I had an argument with someone so I came here to blow off steam."
"Aw okay."
"What's your name?" He asked me.
"Aerin, how about you?"
"Donnie."
"Oh okay."
"Yep, but you need a ride home or you good. Cause I'm about to clock out." He told me as he grabbed his jacket.
" I need a ride."
"Okay."
Once he cleaned up some more and clocked out we got into his Alexus.
Putting my seatbelt on as he did his, finally I looked up and he did at the same time and he looked at me with a lot of lust.
"Your really beautiful."
"Thank you." I blushed a little bit.
"I wanna get to know you better."
"What do you mean, we just met."
"I know, I know. It's just I can't let you slip through my fingers."
"Okay."
-----Five Years Later
Justise Winslow
"On the line!" My coach yelled as we all groaned because we had been doing this drill for the longest and one of my team mates keep messing up.
"How we suppose to go into the finals playing like this!" He yelled as he blew his whistle and we would run until he blew his whistle.
So we ran and ran and ran.
"Coach I'm about to throw up." One of the rookies said.
"Then go throw up and come back. This is NBA."
Rolling my eyes once he finally blew the whistle for us to get a water break.
"Winslow, come over here." He yelled as I jogged over towards him and he held his hand out.
"You not in trouble. How's the clinic for basketball coming along?"
"Good, business is better than ever and Mr. Jones passed two years ago so we're building another gym in the building for him." I told my coach.
Mr jones is the guy who I rode with in the uber and who gave me his business. He still came around until two years ago , he was walking down the street and a car hit him.
"Yeah I heard about that, how you holding up?"
"Good my father just came down couple weeks ago to help with everything, so we're all good." I told him.
"That's good, go ahead and head home Ima keep the rookies an extra hour."
"Alright thank you."
"Welcome."
After putting my slides on and throwing my bag over my shoulder I headed outside to my Bentley.
Once I got into the car I made my way towards the nearest chick fil a .
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Підліткова літератураpiv·ot·al adjective of crucial importance in relation to the development or success of something else. Aerin Creer hasn't always been the best child of all the children in the world but it doesn't mean she doesn't try. Battling with coeliac disease...