"Let's hang out tonight? It's Friday!" Tommy proposed while playing with the basketball as we walked through the backside of the school.
I couldn't help, but shake my head at his excitement. "Don't you have other friends? Do you seriously want to hang out with my boring ass?"
He instantly pointed at my head. "I much rather hang out with what's in here," he said with a serious face.
The thing with Tommy was, he's a handsome, nice, and funny guy, yet there was no romantic chemistry between us, which led me to believe he might have just been the very first guy in my life who didn't hold any ill intentions towards me. Nevertheless, it still bothered me, why insist on being my friend?
"Well too bad, I got a thing tonight."
Boy whistled and stopped playing around. "Date?" he implied, moving his brows up and down.
Rolling my eyes, I smirked and tried to knock the basketball out of his hand, huffing when his reflexes have ended up being much better than mine, causing me to miss.
"Sneaky," he grinned.
"Whatever," I gave up and accepted defeat. "It's just a family dinner invitation," I informed, trying to believe it really was just that.
"Amira's?"
Narrowing my eyes, I grew suspicious of how he knew that.
"Relax," he said calmly. "It was just a guess, but good for you, right?"
Stopping at the bus stop I leaned against the bench. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"Oh come on Mars, she's the one you keep thinking about, isn't she?"
Clicking my tongue I wasn't able to disagree.
"I knew it!" he gushed, placing the ball under his arm and quickly scrolling through his phone. "Here, let's go to this place," he told me while letting me look at his phone.
"Mall?"
"You need to look like a million bucks, it's a family dinner girl."
He was out of his mind, not being able to take him seriously I began to laugh. "I know you don't know me well, but I'm broke," I said not being ashamed of that fact.
"Hmm, take me to yours and let me see your wardrobe?"
"Hard pass," I scoffed. "Why are you so invested, it's just a dinner." Even I didn't care this much.
"It's a first impression Mars, those matter. You never hanged out with her after school, don't you want to impress her?"
"Why would I want to do that?"
"Because you might like her dumbass."
Opening my mouth to disagree I frowned when no words followed. Not understanding my own behaviour, there was surely no way I could be crushing on that girl. The possibility of me having a crush on anyone for that matter was baffling.
"Okay, just... Let me help, please?" his deep blue eyes sparkled with excitement. "Come over to mine?"
Well, I didn't have anything to lose, did I?
"Fine, just no funny business," I warned before following him into his fancy car.
Once we arrived at his place he guided me upstairs and the flashbacks of finding Amira laying on the bed without any strength in her muscles have caused me to feel ill.
"Everything okay?" Tommy wondered unsurely. "Here," he handed me a small water bottle, and I couldn't believe my own eyes – This dude had a mini-fridge in his room.

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Marshall, You're Not Alone (GxG)
Teen FictionBook two. A spin-off to "Ms. Jones You're My Trigger", following Marshall's story. Experience a story of a seventeen years old orphan, who has never been blessed with care, love, or even a chance to explain herself when other children got her in tro...