Lorenzo's Lucky Number

0| handsome stranger

I don't believe in fate, nor do I believe in destiny. I also don't believe in soulmates, or that "everything happens for a reason." It's all made up by people who wanted to believe so bad that there's something more to life, but there isn't. In other words; it's all bullshit.

My family doesn't have much money, and by family I mean my mother, my younger sister Genevieve and I, Evelina. We live in a small house in Scarborough with an empty room that should've been my father's office. My mom works as a nail technician in a cute little salon, but I'm constantly worried that it's not enough. These days I've been thinking of getting a part time job to make sure we have enough money to support us, but she tells me to focus on school. As our last resort— I buy lottery tickets. It's the most I could convince her to do. I may not believe in destiny but I do believe one day I'll get lucky.

Only one dollar for a chance to earn five hundred. I stared at my ticket for so long my legs grew tired of standing in that gas station. My phone read 5:27 PM, I'd actually been deciding on seven numbers for 27 minutes. I had my six numbers down, one more was all I needed and yet I couldn't think.

"My lucky number's seventeen."

I swiftly turned around to see the owner of that silky voice and I was met with a piecing pair of honey eyes upturned in a soft smile. I smiled back shyly. I always got shy around cute boys—and this boy wasn't just cute, he was extremely attractive. He had a slim, angular face with dark softly arched eyebrows that were similar to mine, giving him a boyish look. And on top of all that, he had a mop of rich brown curls atop his head.

"If I don't win, it's your fault." I replied, trying to copy the calmness of his former tone.

His gentle smile became more playful and it gave me a warm feeling I tried to ignore. He

giggled, and that feeling amplified. I disregarded the burning in my chest by turning away from him to scribble over the number on my ticket.

"You've been in here for a while." He spoke again from behind me.

It was weird that he noticed. As handsome as he was, I didn't notice him being here until he approached me.

"I have?" I smiled and tried to be cute. Confidence is key—however, in my case, false confidence is key.

"Wanna get outta here?" He asked, with hope evident in his voice.

I studied his face while I considered the offer. He had the cutest look of unstable optimism upon his features. And for some strange reason, I trusted him. I knew him for less than five minutes, but something inside of me told me to trust him—that I was safe in his presence. So I gave my ticket to the lady at the cashier and left the stale gas station with a complete stranger. A completely handsome stranger.

I kept telling myself this would be good. It's not everyday a cute boy comes up to you and offers to take you somewhere. It could be beautiful, or it could be dangerous; or both. But I truly believed it would be extraordinary, I believed it would help me get away. It was another boring summer day. Why not spice it up?

I had to take that risk.

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soo dis is my first story

jus so you get an idea, this story is about their relationship as they go on adventures, dip into the life of crime and push their limits n all that shit

until something real bad happens...but you gotta see for yourself ;)

wit love :* jess