The Boxers Girlfriend by Amani Boyd (essential reading .TXT) 📕

Cj, the world best boxer took three blows to the side but he was still an unstoppable force. His apointent wasn't so lucky, he took four hits to the head and he was out like a light. And the all time winner is, The Tank.' The reff held up Cj's left arm as the crowd went wild. Camera flashes suddenly appeared. As Cj walked off the ring, he was greeted by two girls on both of his sides. You did really good Tank." The girl on his right arm said. She wore A blonde weave, fake blue contacts and bright red lipstick. "Yeah, like really good." the other one said. her hair was natural, but her face wan't. "I'm The Tank, what did you expect." The girls soon left Cj when he went into the locker room. And when he did. his friend started chanting his stage name. "Tank, Tank, Tank." He savored his glory by holding his arms in the air. "Hey hows about we get some beers to celebrate my victory?" Cj suggested. "Yeah we down with that." one of his friends said. after they all got clean of their sweat, Cj and his boys went to the local Bar down town, and when they walked in, they were greeted by so many people. "Nice job out there Tank." a girl with really curly hair said. He winked at her. "lETS HEAR IT FOR THE TANK!" ever body in the bar clapped and cheered as loud as they could, Cj still savoring his glory cheered with them, but it all stopped as soon as he and his boys took their seats. their drinks soon met there table, by a waitress. Her hair was light caramel and it was natural, her skin was light and her eyes were hazel and she had a striking arm tattoo of two music clefs. "Hey." Cj said hitting her with his heart mealting smile, but she wasn't buying it. She rolled her and left the table. His group of friend chuckled and oohed at his failure to get another girl. He smiled. "Well looks like some body isn't that good at getting girls." one of his friend said. "Yeah what ever, watch this." Cj got out of his seat and weat over to the bar stand were he saw the waitress. She was making a Bloody Mary Cocktail. "Uh, I don't think you heard of me, The names Tank." He said holding out his hand. She looked at his hand and then rolled her eyes again. He chuckled and looked at her name tag It said Nicole Bedderhead. He thought for a second. Bedderhead, where did I hear that from?

he shook of his thought, "look, I didn't get to pay for our drinks so." He slid two forties across the table. She had no opyion but to take it and put it in the cash register. He shook his head. Did you get a chance to look at the money?" He asked. She exhaled. "Look, if your friends goaded you to come over here to get my number, I suggest you go back over there and make up a lie telling them that you did, just to save you from embarressment." She said with a fake sarcastic smile. He chuckled. "No, see I wrote my number on one of the forties." He said smiling. She took the forty out of the register and took a good look of it. She chuckled. Maybe your tiny boxer brain doesn't know this, but that is vandilism, now please leave my station before I call the cops." She said. He laughed. "Your fiesty, I like that." He said. She picked up her cell phone, "I have the police on speed dial." She warned. held his hands up to surrender.

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Editing: Amani Boyd
Translation: Amani Boyd
Publication Date: 08-08-2012

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