The Hottest Summer Ever 2

I held on to Ahmad's number for a week, before getting up with enough courage to call him. I waited til my mom fell to sleep, and then gave him a dial. *ring ring*  "Hello?" a gruff, masculine voice responded  "Yeah. Can I speak to Ahmad?" I asked, in a soft spoken tone  "Yes. Who … Continue reading The Hottest Summer Ever 2


The Hottest Summer Ever (Intro)

He stood about 5'6" tall. Chocolate brown skin. Small, black designer glasses slightly hidden beneath his baseball cap. Timbs, denim jeans and a bright neon colored City of Chicago jacket. "Excuse me. Do you mind if I give your daughter my number?" he asked, from across the street. "Only if she wants you to" my … Continue reading The Hottest Summer Ever (Intro)