*Valerie on top*
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I laid across my Hello Kitty bed spread looking at TV. It was Saturday and I was cooped inside the house. My mom had to work a double shift tonight at the hospital so I had to stay home with my 15 year old brother, Varo. (Don't ask why he needs a babysitter when he's 15. Idk.) But even he was outside playing basketball with his friends. All my close friends were out spending time with their families so I was left to entertain myself. There was no point in me staying in the house, so I decided to go outside on the porch and watch my brother play. I grabbed my phone and headed outside. "Wussup Valerie!" Our cousin, Mario, shouted at me. I waved and plopped down in a chair. "CAR!" This little boy named Dylan yelled a couple minutes later. Someone threw the ball to my brother and everyone parted to the sides of the street. Soon I saw a dark blue Challenger with matching the rims drive down the street. The windows were tinted so dark, I couldn't make out who was driving. When the car pulled to the curb, about five of the guys playing basketball (including my brother) ran over to the mystery car as a tall guy emerged from the drivers side. I squinted, trying to figure out who this dude was. All of a sudden, realization hit me and my mouth fell open. "Quentin Ports..." I Whisper-shouted to myself. I had a crush on Quentin since sixth grade. Back in middle school, he was this quiet nerd who had straight A's and played soccer. But at the start of ninth grade, he came to high school a foot taller with contacts and no braces. He was still the smart, quiet nerd who played soccer, but now he played football and basketball too. Tenth grade was when he completely changed. He dyed his hair burgundy, got his ears pierced, and got a whole sleeve of tattoos. He was still smart, but now he hung out with the popular kids and the wilds kids who partied every weekend. His quiet manner was gone. He was talkative, loud, and mean to anyone who didn't fit his "standards." Over the summer, he moved back to Detroit for junior year. Now he was back in Ridgeway. I wanted to go talk to him, but I had never spoken to him a day in my life. He dapped up the guys at his car before disappearing inside into the house. I quickly sent a group message to my friends about Q, but unfortunately, no one responded. My brother and Mario came jogging to the porch shirtless and dripping sweat. "Val, can you take us to get some food?" Mario asked. I nodded. "Go shower first." They rushed inside the house. I cast one more glance at the blue Challenger before going inside.
