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Thanks for 250 plus reads already!!! Y'all are amazing ilysssm❤ I'm still hoping the votes and comments double up, please and please. I love to know how you feel, so please comment, too many ghost readers breaking mama's heart💔.
We'll have this in Miller's POV as requested by the first comment suggestion. Enjoy!!!Love Yourself - Justin Bieber
The only problem was with you and not them
And every time you told me my opinion was wrong
And tried to make me forget where I came fromMiller's POV
I wasn't ready to get off practice just yet but my first shift at Yami Yami was in a few minutes so I left the basketball court and went into the locker room, it was an extra practice so we were free to leave whenever we pleased and this condition gave me the liberty to leave. I grabbed my shirt out of my knapsack and pulled it over my head, changed my shorts as well and took of my head band, didn't want to have planet earth knowing I was a basket baller while I was on duty. My phone beeped while I was drying off my body with a towel and I reached into my bag for it, it was a text from my Mom and even without checking it I could guess she was still trying to change my mind about working shifts when she earned enough to take care of us for as long as we'd allow. I wasn't going to budge though, I really needed an excuse to get in Sabrina's good books and this was all I could think of, and my mom babying me was not worth dropping it."Noah, I'm leaving." I pulled my bag across my shoulder with my water bottle in my right hand while I crossed the court.
"Aiight Man" He winked, obviously teasing me. I didn't care, I was in over my head.
When I got out of the school premises, I cringed within after catching sight of my ridiculously expensive black Porsche Cayman Gt4 2017 - excuse my excessive detailing, but this is some level one rich Shit and a no no at the Motherfucking moment -and hit a palm to my temple. Who'd ever believe I was trying to earn with such a ride, who was I kidding when I drove out in this instead of taking the Bus. I walked over to my car and unlocked the door, while I dropped my bag in the back seat I still sought a way out of this mess, rubbing my hair frantically. There was hardly any hair on my head though, as it was always cut low with sport waves, I was a fan of LeBron James crazy enough to emulate his hair style, but right now the decision wasn't one bit favourable as I rubbed my hair in frustration and felt more pain than pleasure owing to the lack of hair. At least LeBron had some mad ass beard doing him real good, but who was I kidding having no back up hair stash.
I thought of going back in to tell Noah to take my car home, but he'd brought his and I was already running late for my shift so I got in and rode off. I wouldn't have made it there as early as I did if I had waited to take a Bus which still doesn't justify my sick ass reasoning that made me take my car out this morning. I pulled over in the parking lot of the restaurant just across Yami Yami and crossed the street, smart ass ayy? I smirked while I walked into the restaurant, my legs carrying me as fast as they could because I was late, I was always late to this place and it wasn't working out well for me. I'll have to get my ass around faster next weekend, I thought as I rose my head to search the faces of the customers present this Saturday afternoon. I almost took a step backward when I noticed Sabrina's Friends' intense stare following my every movement, those girls could stare at a person and not notice an entire fire scene right behind them. I knew I was good looking,- forgive my self adoration but it was called for - but I didn't know I was this good looking. I just wished Sabrina would stare back at me also, she was laughing with her hand over her tummy, the prettiest sight I'd witnessed all July, I confessed to myself the moment I laid eyes on her. Her eyes laughed as she did, and her hair fell over her face like golden locks, and still a mystery hung around her features even in such an beautiful moment, seems she wore whatever mask she had on perfectly well.
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