Catcher in the Rye meets The Silver Linings Playbook in this coming of age tale.
Life is complicated for nineteen-year-old Miles Henderson. He was supposed to go to community college, graduate, and leave his crime polluted community for good.
But...
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After Selina pulls out her purple sharpie from her pocket, we exchanged numbers and addresses.
She scrawled her digits and home address on my forearm, while I scribbled mine on the palm of her hand.
When we were finished, Selina gives me one of her Oscar-winning smiles, then walked away.
The bright sun rose from the dark gray clouds; its scorching rays shine down on Selina as she hums an unfamiliar tune under her breath.
If you had ever seen those cheesy romantic movies where the girl shows off her looks in front of the main character, you know what I am talking about.
My thoughts begin to race as her wavy brown hair shimmered in the heat. Selina's eyes were full of life and curiosity. She was like an angel from Heaven—almost delicate to the touch.
Though New York had its downfalls, I am willing to give society a chance to impress this amazing girl.
So as soon as Jesse came out of the hospital, I showed him Selina's number on my forearm and told Jesse what happened.
His eyes bulged as he exclaimed, "Whoa, Selina Vixen kissed you?"
I nodded very excitedly. "Yeah, but it was on the cheek."
Delighted, Jesse ruffles my hair then asked where will I be taking Selina.
That's when my smile had vanished into an awkward frown.
"You don't know where you are going to take her?!" shrieked Jesse.
When I didn't respond, Jesse begins grabbing my arm and pulls me towards him.
"Oh, dude. We have got to get you ready!"
"Wait, we?" I wanted to retort. "Since when did Jesse became involved in this?"
My feet scraped against the gray pavement as Jesse takes me home.
"We have got to get you ready, man," Jesse repeats as he shaking his head. "Asking a girl on a date is no joke."
We headed straight to the apartment where Jesse planned everything: he taught me how to make reservations on the phone, loaned me some of his casual clothes, and handed fifty bucks and a condom (for recreational purposes).
Irritated, I brushed off the condom like it was some stupid joke but Jesse insists on me taking it.
"Are you kidding me?" I growled. "I am not going to have sex with her!"
A skeptical Jesse crossed his arms. "Miles Flynn Henderson."
"Yes, Jesse Scott Henderson?"
He ignores the cynical tone in my voice then asked me a question that made my neck hairs stood up.
