Saints

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Please, I'm sorry I didn't mean to it just came out, I didn't mean it like that. No please stop don't do this. All of a sudden I feel a sharp pain in my stomach I look down but before I can I feel a slam to my head and then all of a sudden there seems to be blood everywhere and all I see is black.

I wake up sweating after revisiting my latest nightmare. This was a daily occurrence, but I had grown accustomed to them. It was the one thing that was constant but painless for me. I got up and put on some Chase Atlantic to get in the mood, you know. I go to the bathroom and do my skincare and pretend I'm in the process of making a youtube video about how I do my skincare. While I'm peeing my best friend Zaira calls me. I pick up her call and she goes on and on telling me about how her one-night stand was. Truth be told I look forward to her calls because her late-night adventures are so funny and the way she describes them cracks me up so hard.

"So im at his house and he goes, do you like that pigeon, Pigeon, he calls me fucking pigeon and that wasn't even the worst part-oh no, the worst part was when we were done having sex he said he had to call his mom and tell her how it went and then proceeded to reenact the whole scene to his mom who got turned on by it. Kiraz you have no idea how fast I ran out of that place it was disgusting and the sex wasn't even that good."

"Oh, my god are you serious? That's disgusting. That is some weird incest shit right there".

"I know right I am so glad that it's over. I swear I'm having flashbacks and it's not a good thing".

"Okay, dude I have to go I got some errands to run, bye love you"

"kay bye stays safe please, love you".

You know what I don't understand, how the same thing has like seven different names like I'm at the grocery store right now, and there are crackers, saltines, and chips but they all look the exact same on the book it's like they actually just copy and pasted the same picture on all these boxes. Now I'm conflicted about which one I'm supposed to buy, like let's be a little creative come on now. I eventually grab the saltines right when some rude human being slams into me with a shopping cart.

"What the fuck, watch where your fucking going, Jesus".

" Sorry baby, but you were in the middle of the aisle". I look at this man in disgust who does he think he is the fucking president. I turn around and walk away when the cart hits me in the side again. To hide my pain I wait a minute before turning around knowing that there will be a bruise later but it is what it is. I get a good look at the man's face and I scream internally, this man is the sexiest being that ever walked the planet.

" The fuck is your problem bro," I say while trying to look only at his face. He smirks, fricking smirks at me like this is funny and then just walks away. The audacity of some people is just too much and now I'm left in pain and all hot and bothered because that man was literally carved by the gods himself. I turn myself around and try to avoid thinking about the mystery man over there.

I get home and instantly start putting away my groceries while keeping out my ingredients to make pasta. One thing about me is that I LOVE pasta, it's my comfort food and I can eat it whenever. I start boiling my pasta and I decide I'm gonna go with the classic penne because it's amazing. I get out my marinara sauce because I don't feel like making anything too crazy and start heating that up when I feel a knock on my door, literally feels, like it vibrated through the house. I simmer everything and go to open the door only to be knocked on the ground by my best friend Zaira, the girl's energy feels like it radiates off the walls but that's why I love her. " I smell pastaaaaa," she says while sitting on the couch. " I know I'm making some do you want"

" Bitch is that even a question," she says while she rolls her eyes and grabs the blanket and remote, and starts to get comfy.

" I'll go add some just for your highness," I say while laughing and heading to the kitchen and I hear her call out

" Thank you your majesty", I roll my eyes this time and start adding some more pasta when I hear yelling coming from the living room so I go back out to see she's turned on the hockey game, Zaira and I are huge hockey fans and our favorite team is the saints. I saw that this game happened yesterday so I tell her to turn it up and start mixing up my sauce. After my sauce is heated I go back and see the pasta is done so I take out our plates and set everything up. I give her the plate and make my own and get comfy on the couch, I know they just recently added a new player on their team so when they show it on the screen the shock on my face cannot be hidden by any means. Zaira notices this and asks me what's wrong,

" I fucking saw that guy at the grocery store today and we had an altercation if you will," I say while still in shock and trying not to feel guilty for what happened earlier.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP" she screams and that's what pulls me out of my shock-induced state to see her staring at me with wide eyes.

"he bumped into me twice and when I asked what's wrong he just smirked and walked away and he also called me baby," I tell her while shoving my face with pasta so she doesn't ask any more questions. I look over again to see her just blinking at me and then she screams and I mean screams so loud I swear my neighbors are gonna complain.

" GIRL WHAT, he called you baby and smirked at you!!! He is so hot I would just fucking die, dude".

" I know he was so handsome but he's kind of a jerk. I mean he bumps into me twice, says it's my fault, and then just walks away, ughhhhh it was so infuriating but whatever I will never see him again so it's fine". I state while finishing my pasts and getting back to the game.

Okay, so he's really good, like extremely good to the point where I only watched him the whole night. He plays center and scored most of the points and kept the flow of the game very smooth. Seeing him play and the score was one of the happiest feelings which honest to god scares the ever-loving shit out of me. Why did I care so much about him throughout the whole game? I mean there were other players and yet he had my sole focus. After the game was over I cleaned up the kitchen and Zaira had passed out on the couch so I put a blanket over her and went to my room to go to bed and try not to think about the sexy hockey player I just watched play.