JJ Watt is one of the NFL's best football players and he's only 25. He's put his personal life on hold for his career and has vowed no girls, parties, and alcohol.
Kat Hurley is an 18 year old college student that everyone seems to have their eye on...
"Welcome to my world, Wisconsin," I smiled and then turned to one of the clerks, praying my family friend was at the track tonight, "Hi, is Mr. Daruty in tonight?"
"Yes, ma'am, can I ask why?" The clerk responded with a polite smile.
"Tell him that Katherine Hurley is here. He'll know who you're talking about" I smiled, excited to see the man who had watched me grow up until I moved to Arizona.
"Yes, ma'am," he smiled back as he picked up the phone to call Scott.
"So, how is this place your world?" JJ asked when I turned back around, seeming to resist the urge to hold me.
"I grew up here since my dad used to be the chaplain here before we moved back toArizona," I shrugged, taking in everything going on around us.
"Katherine Hurley, is that you?" Scott Daruty questioned from behind me, making my heart warm.
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I turned around with a smile as I saw my old family friend. Scott and my dad had been pretty close while we lived in Houston.
"Yes, Sir, it is," I responded, my accent coming out as I spoke, causing a smile to spread across his fatherly face.
"Good to see you again! How about I set you and your friend up in one of the sweets?" Scott asked as he hugged me and shook JJ's hand.
"That sounds good with me," JJ responded with a smile, excited for the experience.
"Follow me!" Scott exclaimed and walked towards the employee elevator with a big smile on his face.
As we stepped out on the third floor, a smile spread across my face. I could hear the shouting of spectators and could smell the alcohol in the air. It wouldn't be the races if it wasn't a loud, crazy environment.
"We don't have any rooms open, so you'll have to share one," Scott stated and showed us into the sweet that wasn't booked for a private party.
"This is fine. Thank you, Scott," I responded with a smile, not bothered by sharing a suite.
"Anytime, Katherine," Scott replied, giving me a kiss on the cheek and walked away to go back to work.
"So, who do I bet on?" JJ asked after hopelessly looking over the program, like a child learning to read for the first time.
I removed the program from his hand and glanced over it. Thank you, Auntie, for teaching me as soon as I learned how to read.
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