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So lately I have been kissed by a total stranger and I slightly enjoyed it- don't judge me people. Before I knew it, I'm legit spending my whole beach day with the kid. It's not like Kammeron cared anyway; she was occupied by "Baby Face" Niko over there probably driving him crazy with her one in a million personality. But really what am I thinking? I precisely said "NO more football players!" But what do I do? I get yet ANOTHER football player to deal with. I swear I always put myself in these stupid situations. Like shit! Can I get a break? Time for me to get to know Mr. Football here. Till I get sick of him, which may be soon; Peace. –Tee
"Enjoy my soft lips?" he questioned with a smirk
I rolled my eyes, "Don't get big headed."
He laughed, "I won't. But I never asked; what's your name beautiful?"
I hope he doesn't think calling me beautiful will score him cool points- that's not happening
I raised my eyebrows, "Uh...Teanna to you."
Getting behind me, he wrapped his arms around my waist as he let out a breath, "How about Tee?"
What is with this child and touching me? Paws Off!
I started removing his muscular arms from my body,
"Lets not get to nicknames, and you really need to learn how to keep your hands to yourself."
"How about you teach me?" He teased sending a smirk my way
"How about I get to know you, because you are a complete stranger that I just happened to kiss!" I semi-yelled in frustration.
He sat me down in the sand, and I looked down and twiddled my thumbs.
"You alright love bug?" he questioned curiously
I laughed at his corniness. I'm really just frustrated with myself; I'm sure McKenzie is a nice guy, but I really don't need a re-run of the past year with Demetrius.
He lifted up my chin with his index finger, looking me in my eyes.
"What's wrong?" he asked
I looked back down trying to gather my thoughts not wanting to let my past control how I let this play out, but that's exactly what's happening.
"I'm just frustrated. Trust me I'm trying my best to put up with your athletic department, but I can't help but think you are just like the last one. I don't want a re-run of the past year I had with him."
He sighed, "What did he do that makes you hate me so much?"
I looked up at him with sympathetic eyes, "I don't hate you; I hate your sport Mickey.
A smile grew across his face as he gazed into my brown eyes
I questioned in confusion, "Why are you smiling at me like that?"
