Chapter Excerpt from book "Wrong Answer"
Written by Michael Christopher Blocker.
Edited by Benita Carol Blocker.
I stroll into FootLocker. I’ve had my eyes on a pair of of AirMax, and I’m buying them. I’ve already got two outfits to match them. As I’m standing at the checkout counter, I feel someone touch me on my right shoulder. Thinking it’s Nasty, I turn around with a “gas faced, cross-eyed” look. Even though my vision is a little distorted now, I can still tell that this person behind me isn’t Nasty and they’re female.
As soon as I uncross my eyes, I’m staring into a pair of the prettiest grey eyes I’ve ever seen in my life. The face is a definite match, but right now, it’s showing shock and amusement. She’s trying to suppress her laughter. She is a very sexy ass White girl, and I’m wondering if she’s confused, so I say “What’s up? My bad about that, I thought you were someone else.” She giggles a little bit and says “I didn’t mean to catch you off guard. Really, but isn’t your name Chris or Christopher?” The only time I went by my middle name was when I was in prison and that was almost three years ago. She immediately sees that I’m a little uncomfortable. I ask her with all seriousness how she knows that name. She turns serious and tells me “Look, I thought you were someone I met a few years back, but I’m obviously mistaken, there’s no way in hell YOU’RE HIM!” Just like that she turns and starts walking off. Three thoughts run across my mind as I watch her walk away.
1. Did she just YELL at me?
2. She has a very fat ass, for a snowbunny, and
3. I think I’m in love!
I look around and note that everyone in FootLocker is staring at me. I forgot all about my AirMax’s and I take off after her. I cannot let her get away!
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