Fifty Shades of Friar

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I put a spell on you
Because you're mine
You better stop the things you do
I tell ya I ain't lyin'
I ain't lyin'
You know I can't stand it
You're runnin' around
You know better daddy
I can't stand it 'cause you put me down
Oh no

- I Put A Spell On You; Annie Lennox
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"Wonder is that possession of the mind that enchants the emotions while never surrendering reason. It is a grasp on reality that does not need constant high points in order to be maintained, nor is it made vulnerable by the low points of life's struggle."

- Ravi Zacharias
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If tension was all that it took for me to become a track star, I should have used that as my motivation back in high school when Riley forced me to try out for sports, saying extracurricular activities in my transcript would seem impressive for college administrators.

As soon as the elevator doors opened on the main floor, I raced towards the wide glass that would lead me to my desired freedom and suddenly I find myself standing in the spotlight of the daylight of New York City. Raising my head, I embraced the warm, polluted air as I tried to ease down the pounding of my heart and think about everything that happened back in the office, every emotion that went through me.

It has been a long time since a man managed to rattle me up in the way that Lucas Friar has, and it bewildered me that it did happen. He wasn't even that interesting to begin with. Yes, he did have green eyes that held an intensity so enticing. Yes, his smile was charming. Yes, he was quite powerful through wealth and intelligence. And yes, he does dress in sharp suits that make him seem tempting, but I've seen men who held some of these traits and I never felt like the wind was knocked out of me like he did.

What the hell is going on with me? Hormones, perhaps? I suppose my period could be coming two weeks sooner now. I tend to be out of whack when my time comes.

I shake my head as a way to gather up my thoughts before I head over to my car.
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Riley always said I drove crazily like those NASCAR drivers and I never cared, Surprisingly, a cop never pulled me over for going above the speed limit but I never pushed my luck. I cranked up the radio and listened to my Nirvana album while bobbing my head to the drum beats, ignoring the constant honking horns and obnoxious yelling from the other drivers or pedestrians who were cursing me out.

The engine of my car rattled its way to turn the corner that I use as a shortway to my apartment and I released a relieved, easy breath. This old, beat-up yet magnificent car still somehow managed to have some juice in her to make quick journeys like this. I would have to send her over to Brandon to check on her and give her a tune up. He thinks I should trash it and buy a new car, perhaps one of the newest models, but he didn't understand that this is one of the many things I have to my father.

Brandon is a mechanic who I went to school with and was my detention buddy. My family met him one afternoon when we left to my work from school and he instantly bonded with Shawn. He hoped that I'd somehow end up together with Brandon since he approved of him already due to his knowledge in cars, technology, and in robotics but it never happened. We tried going out on one date and we realized we could never see each other differently when we tried to kiss goodbye at the end of the night. It was awkward. It felt like incest, is what Brandon said, and I agreed.

We stayed as close friends after that and no complications followed.

As I drove, I decided to take a quick detour and took a sharp right, my tires squealing in delight by the burn of rubber. My stomach was giving me complaining growls. I haven't eaten much this morning. There wasn't a good restaurant nearby within my radius and the only one I could think of that makes some edible meals comes across me on this particular road.