Precious went to the cooler to grab her something to drink, her throat was parched. Her eyes landed on a blue cooler, filled with soft drinks. She went to grab a Sprite, the can glistening with condensation. But there stood a tall, dark skinned boy over 6 foot. He wore a chain with the initials AE. She didn't know who the person was, her eyes met his dark brown eyes. The darkest eyes she had ever seen.
A deep voice cut through the loud noise, "What's yo name? You from around here shawty?"
"Um, excuse me?" She replied her voice soft.
He smirked, his Atlanta drawl rolling off his tongue like honey. "I said, what's ya name? You from around here shawty? And you fine as hell."
She blushed, tucking a piece of her curly hair behind her ear. "You're um, blocking the cooler." She said crossing her arms.
He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "My bad, beautiful. Ian mean to be in yo way."
He stepped aside, Precious grabbed herself a Sprite, the cold metal a welcome relief against her sweaty palm. She twisted the tab open, taking a sip to steady her nerves.
"So what you doin out here? You like basketball or sum?"He asked, leaning on the cooler.
"No." She replied, glancing around as if to prove her point. "My dad's coaching the youth team. You?"
"Just sliding through." He said, his tone nonchalant. "Heard about it, me and my potnas decided to push up."
Precious studied him, taking in the way his white tee hugged his muscular frame and the way his Adidas looked brand new. There was an air of confidence about him, bordering on arrogance, that both intrigued and irritated her.
"You're not from around here, are you?" She asked, tilting her head slightly.
He laughed, a rich, full sound that drew the attention of a few people nearby. "I'm from the westside, born and raised. But I guess I stick out."
