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Proceed with caution!
It's a cringe story I wrote years ago but it's also my first completed story so it has an iron grip on me despite being all over the place and cringey. Nothing is accurate since I made everything up and it's totally fiction...
*Just a short chapter, best reserved for our Dominic! :)
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Situated in the morning, eight hours before the Winter Ball.
"....Continental GT, man, makes your BMW looks like a civilian." Essien chortled at the Ukrainian boy, who scowled in response.
"You're comparing my M car with that prissy Bentley? Chollooy me huey." Yuri snarled. The two uncultured swine brawled along with Nathan. Defending his Ford.
"—this ain't it, chief,"
Essien slapped his brown hand at Nathan's back, "Sucks to be you, guess I could borrow your truck for the senior photoshoot," then followed with another endless quarrel about whose car had the straight-six engine or the weak points during sport mode.
Come on, guys, is it blue?
Rather than joining their pointless brawl, – since I could care less when my car already had blue rimmed tyres – I droned out.
Worry.
It overwhelmed me, in many possible ways. Coach called me last night, informing that the Nationals official training would begin right after the short Winter Break.
"A whole week, at Dallas. They have the best training camp there, I've discussed this with your old man."
"Shit. I've got to pass my finals, man. Can't you change it to four days?"
He sighed.
"I can't, Nic."
"You're quiet today, leaper." a voice halted my thoughts, the swines were no longer arguing about cars.
"I'm fine," I brushed him off, taking a swig on my diet coke. "Nyle dropped the bomb last night, haven't slept a wink." I explained, resting my back on the chair.
"Why?" I lifted a brow at them.
"Feels weird when you don't bet on things. I kind of brought extra dollars," Yuri shrugged. "just in case." he spread his wallet, showing the extra bills he actually brought.
Essien fussed, "Extra, my arse." commenting over the little amount Yuri had.
Stingy cad.
"Bet for your stick? Save it, bud." I tugged on my gym shorts, adjusting the rubber since it slipped after Nathan decided to laugh and pull on it. A loud sound resonated from Essien, Jimi Hendrix's guitar solo.
