Twenty-two-year-old Mikey Williams and the number one pick on the Los Angeles Lakers has been in the public eye since eighth grade. He's now one of the most popular NBA players in the world, with a multitude of people admiring his talents!
Seventeen...
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"Happy Valentine's Day!!!" Nia roughly wrapped her arm around my neck.
"Damn girl, why you gotta be so aggressive,"
"Just the way I show my love,"
"Right,"
When we arrived at my locker, I noticed a rose taped to the middle of it.
"Awwww look how cute," Nia cooed.
I admired the rose as I pulled it off of my locker.
The school had this thing where you could pay one dollar for a rose and have it sent to anyone of your choice on Valentine's Day.
I really wasn't expecting DeLane to do it though.
"Why you making that face tho?" She tilts her head.
"I don't know, I just wasn't expecting this,"
"Don't y'all like him?"
I shrug not knowing how to tell her that I'm in a relationship.
"I think it's sweet. I think you're just nervous cause this is the first time you've been serious with a guy,"
"We're not even dating,"
"I didn't say that, I said y'all were seriously involved with each other,"
"Whatever," I shrugged.
"I gotta get to class. Cheer up girl," she ruffles my curls and runs off knowing I was probably about to smack her for that.
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"I'm glad you liked it," DeLane said referring to the rose. "But I want you to come out with me tonight because I have a surprise for you," he interlaced our fingers.
Thoughts were swarming through my head as we walked around outside during lunch.
"I don't know if my parents will let me,"
"It's a Friday. You don't have a game and you don't have to work,"
"True,"
"So what do you say," he swung our arms.
"I guess,"
"You guess?" He said as if he was offended.
I decided to ignore it, not wanting to start anything.
