“Sorry Krys, I’ll be right there.” She turned to look at Justin, and rolled her eyes. “The Boca princess wants her soda, so I guess I better go. Thanks again, you are a real lifesaver. Maybe I’ll see you when we check out in the morning. Later!” She sauntered down the hall and opened the door. Justin let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding.
“I sure to God hope so.” Then another thought came to his mind. “Did she say Boca? As in Boca Raton?”
Symone opened the door and set the sodas down on the nightstand. “Krysti, the weirdest thing just happened. My money got stuck in the machine and this guy helped me out and he was really cute.”
“That’s weird? Sounds cool to me.” Krysti replied, not taking her eyes off the TV screen, on which a re-run of Dawson’s Creek was just coming back from commercial.
“I didn’t get to the weird part yet, geez! The weird part is, he looked a heck of a lot like Justin,” she replied, exasperated.
“Justin who?”
Symone’s eyes got wide. “What do you mean, ‘Justin who?’ Justin, ‘Mr. Big-Shot Timberlake’-I’ve-got-to-beat-his-ass-at-basketball, Justin!”
“Sym, calm down! You probably just had him on your mind, so any blonde haired, blue eyed hottie, is going to look like Justin.”
Symone sat on her bed. “I guess your right. And, I mean, if it had been him, I would’ve known. I’ve seen them in concert 4 times this week; I should know what he looks like by now. You’re right.”
“When am I ever not? Now go to sleep, I want to get home early tomorrow. I have a lot of preparing and you’ve got a lot of practicing to do.”
“Oh, so now you doubt my skills!” Symone said with a laugh. The last thing she felt was a pillow hitting her face, before she settled back, and fell asleep.
::prolouge::
::chapter 2::
::she got game::
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