In case you didn't know this, but the name is Brennah Alexandra Stevens. I go by Bri for short actually because I hate the name Brennah. I'm a 21 year old trying to get through life without having to deal with a scumbag. I'm an athletic trainer for a College football team in LA. I plan to move up to the NFL level because the pay is even better. I am currently the athletic trainer for USC. Which is where I graduated years ago. But the doesn't matter, right? It's about them...

Men. They say they love you, and care for you only to go behind your back with another women. Typical. I'm so fed up with it. It's pushed me to the edge. I no longer trust any men anymore. I despise them. But don't get me wrong the are like sex magnets.

That is until he entered my life again...


3. An Idea


“I’m telling you Abigail I know him from somewhere! I’m just not sure where.” I huffed with defeat. Why can’t I have one of those brains that remembers every damn thing?

“Dude Brennah calm the fuck down. At least you got kissed by a really hot stranger.” She chuckled. I could just see her smirking right now. She thinks this whole situation is hilarious. And that maybe this could mean “something”. Or we were meant to be. I don’t even know the guys name and she’s already assuming were meant to be together.

“If I was kissed by a random hot stranger, I would totally kiss him back, and enjoy every fucking minute of it.” She sighed as if she was envisioning that exact scene in her head. “Yeah… that’d be amazing.” She murmured.

 “Hello? Earth to Abigail! Focus here.” I flailed my hands in the air full of frustration.

“Huh? Sorry Bri. It’s just I don’t understand what you’re so upset about.” She replied. “So he kissed you? What’s the big deal you’ll never see him again. If I were you I would have done a one night stand with him.” She said giggling.

I guess Abigail does have a point. I mean I won’t ever see him again, and the chances of running into him again in New York is pretty slim. I guess I was over reacting a little bit. Okay maybe a lot, but I don’t appreciate being kissed by a man who annoys the living shit out of me. When you have a one night stand you don’t do a lot of chatting, or arguing so it doesn’t matter. But if some guy thinks he can come on to me like that after I told him to fuck off multiple times, then we have an issue.

“No Abigail, that won’t be happening. Like you said before I won’t ever see the man again. It just annoys me that I can’t even figure out where I’ve seen the man before.” I rolled my eyes in irritation.

“Bummmerr.” She strung out. “You know if you were here in L.A. with me right now, none of this would have happened.” She said cheekily.

“Shut up Abigail.” I growled. “You know my parents would call me up, and yell at me for deciding not to show up again. And go on and on about how I should be more like my sister, or brother.” I sighed. Last time I decided to skip out on a family get together my parents called me up, and started blabbing on about how much of a horrible daughter I am to not show up to see them.

“What crawled up their butts, and died?” She laughed hysterically.

“Ha-Ha very funny Abigail.” I glowered. “Why don’t we trade places that way I don’t have to deal with my parents anymore?” I gleamed.

“Sorry sister but that ain’t going to happen anytime soon.” She said. I could practically see her smug expression right now.

“Fuck you Abigail.” I hissed.

“Love you too babes.” She cooed.

“Whatever.” I huffed.

“Bri stop acting like a stick in the dirt, and go out and have a good time while I’m not there. It’s the least you can do for me.” She whined.

“Fine Abigail, but no doubt I’ll have the time of my life here with you not by my side.” I smiled.

“ ‘At a girl. Now go fuck a man, and tell me about it later.” She shouted.

“Dear god Abigail! Do you not know how to censor yourself?!” I exclaimed.

“Nope!” She said popping the “p”. I slapped a hand to my head mumbling a couple of incoherent words. Her stupidity never surprises me.  

“I don’t even know what to say to that.” I sighed. My mind wanders back to the stranger, and the kiss, and how I don’t even know his name. This is bothering me way too much. The other line went silent. Did she hang up on me?

“Abigail?” I ask.

“Hmmm?” She delivered back.

“You still there?” I inquired.

“Mhmm.” She replied back.

“I wish I had a book where I can look up people that I run into.” I frowned twisting my hair around my finger as I stared out in the distance.

“Like a phone book?” Abigail posed.

“Well… something along the lines of that, but with pictures. You know?” I said unsure of my own words if that’s even possible.

“Oh you mean like yearbook or something?” She shrieked in excitement.

“No! Wait… but is it possible that I ran into someone that attended the same school as me?!” I gape in shock. Why didn’t I think of this before?! Maybe that’s why I felt as if I seen him from somewhere! He could of attended the same school as me, maybe…

I hear Abigail sigh from the other side of the line. “Just go fucking check Bri. It’s already fucking late here.” She huffed, probably rolling her eyes in the process.

“Since when did you start caring about how late it got? Miss oh let’s stay out as late as we possibly can!” I scoffed through the phone.

She snickered over the end of the line. “Your right never, but I’m getting bored of this conversation. I really want to go party it up somewhere. You know?”

“You little hoe. I know you love our long conversations.” I said cheekily.

“Hmm… it depends sometimes. But I’m actually tired from work.” She said exasperated. “I do actually have a life outside of my partying life bri. Duhh, you knew that.”

“Yeah, yeah… well I let you go then loser.” I chuckled softly.

“Thank God!!” She sighed loudly.

“Bitch.” I snarl.

“I love you too babes.” She cooed.

“Bye Abby.” I reply back stifling my giggle.

“Bye Bri! I’ll miss you! Got to go!” She gushed out before she hung up; the line going dead. After Abigail gave me that insight about looking in my yearbook, it gave me some hope in finding the mystery man’s name. It also made me realize that maybe Abigail isn’t as stupid as I thought she was. Shit!

Then it hit me like a ton of bricks… I don’t have my yearbooks with me right now. Fuck! Why didn’t I think of that earlier when Abigail brought it up?! Ugh… I guess I can send Abby a text to mail me one of my yearbooks at least. I throw my head back in frustration. Man this sucks balls.

I open my phone up again, and shoot a text to her about the whole ordeal. She understands right away at the problem, but knowing Abigail she always has to add in her comical part. Like along the lines of “Sure. Damn you’re such a thirsty little bitch aren’t you?” Yup that’s Abigail for you. I can always count on her.

It’s only about 4 in the afternoon now, and I have nothing to do right now. Well I do- sort of- but I’m just not in the mood right now. I decide to just pig out the rest of the night watching movies, and going on Instagram or Twitter from time to time. Abby decided to cuddle with me in the process, but I didn’t mind.

By the time 10 rolled around I decided to call it a night, and head to bed a little earlier. My whole body was consumed with the big duvet on my bed. Abby joined me in the process of heading off to bed. She practically consumed most of my bed not leaving any room for me. I sigh, and my eyes begin to flutter close. Vanishing all thoughts of the day. But that didn’t seem to be happening because he was the only one on my mind. I scold myself. I couldn’t help myself, but think more and more about the man. Those eyes and those lips…






Okay guys hope you enjoy this chapter! It’s not edited yet. Sorry for the poor grammatical errors in my chapters. I haven’t had much time to do anything lately/: Also sorry for the short chapter! More updates coming for my other movella’s. Don’t forget to Comment, Like, Favorite it, and also become a Fan! (; 

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