16 Years Later
<<<Azmera>>>
“See ya AZ!” A curly, long, blonde haired girl called to me as she walked across the parking lot to a silver Ford Explorer. Dance practice had run a little later than I had expected and we were all heading home for the night.
“See you Jessica. Good practice ladies, sorry it ran a little later than usual.” I called out to what was left of my team. Coach Morrison and I were the last one to leave out of the gym. I had took a quick shower and changed back into the clothes that I had on earlier for school. I wore a pair of blue low rise fitted jeans with a V-neck white tee and a black lace vest. I let my shoulder length naturally curly dark brown with a Chinese bang fall down my neck and back and frame my face. I finished my outfit with a pair of small black open toed heels.
“Ah sookie sookie now! Looks like Azmera Mitchell's got herself a hot date tonight!” Nicolette Coleman, my best friend walked over to me while putting in her lip ring. Nikki had shoulder length dark brown hair with amber and blonde highlights. It was pulled back into a messy bun. She had loose strands of hair falling into her hazel eyes. She was still wearing her practice uniform of a tee with the mascot spray painted on the front and her nickname ‘Nikki’ spray painted on the back. The shirt was fitted and hugged the curves of her body; it also showed that she wore a bright pink bra. Her black shorts were rolled up at the waist line so that they could be shorter than they originally hung, which exposed her short thick thighs. She wore all white sneakers with no show socks. All the soon to be senior boys drooled over her.
“Ah, hush girl and let’s go.” I rolled my eyes at Nikki. As we crossed the parking lot to my green Ford Mustang, other members of the team called out to us. We waved and made our way to my car. When we got to the car I heard someone call my name. Turning around I saw the ultra-hot Michael Dixon jogging toward us.
“Azmera” He seemed out of breath. “You are a hard girl to find. I’ve been looking for you all day.” He leant over took a deep breath, stood up and caught his composure. “Happy Birthday!”
I let out a small laugh, “Thanks, you know you didn’t have to go looking for me to say that, you could have just texted me.”
“I wanted to say it to you in person, plus…” He rustles though his backpack, which I just now notice that he was carrying, but before he could find what he’s looking for someone calls his name.
“Dixon, come one man, we’re gonna be late.” One of Michael’s friends called to him
Michael looks over his shoulder at his football player friends that are waiting for him. “Bra, hold on I’m coming.” He goes back to rustling through his bag. “I got you a present.” He pulls out something square with birthday wrapping paper on it.
“You didn’t have to do this.” I say holding up the present, even though deep down, my insides were churning. He was giving me his signature playboy smile, even though he knew it didn’t have the same effect on me as it did on 95% of the school’s female population. I’ve known Michael Dixon for years. He was the first person I met when I moved to Middle Brook, probably because his is my neighbor too. I have always had a crush on him, and I’ve always had the suspicion that he liked me too, but neither of us acted on it.
“I know, but I wanted to A.”
“Michael!” His teammate called past his shoulder. They were starting to get antsy. Football practice had just ended and Michael and some of his teammates were pulling the late shift at the pizza place on Grove street.
“Go, I'll see you later tonight, you are still coming over right?” I questioned, hoping that he wouldn't cancel on me.
“Of course, wouldn't miss it for the world.” I hugged him really quick before he ran off with his friends.
