The Stars In Your Eyes ✩ Tim Shepard

The East Side

"So she just took your necklace?" My best friend Breanna asked as she chewed on the end of her straw. I sighed, twirling my ponytail in my fingers, but nodded. Bre scoffed, going on to call Angela Shepard every offensive name she could think of.

Breanna was the total opposite of me. While I was shy and timid, she was brave and not afraid to speak her mind. Bre was middle class, hence the reason why we sat in Jay's, a small dinner in greaser territory. Not that it mattered; the east side had better French fries than the west.

I was helping Bre with her homework, she's a year younger than me and was about to graduate. I'm proud of her because her parents aren't around much, so she has to work hard for what she wants.

We wanted to go to college together, that was the plan at least. I was just taking a year off before to see if I would change my mind. But so far, I still wanted to go to college in the fall. And so did Bre, if she graduated first.

Amidst our studying, I still found time to tell her about what happened the other day. I wasn't seeking advice, I just needed to tell someone I could trust. And I had known Bre since sophomore year.

Bre sighed, flopping back against her seat as she finished insulting Angela. I know I didn't have the confidence to insult anyone like she did. But I still didn't know how she did it.

"If you weren't so shy, I would say go and steal it back." She said, knowing full well I could never and would never. I chuckled sadly. Bre leaned forward, taking a sip of her coke. "Sorry girl, I know how much it meant to you."

I nodded, glancing at the flashcards in my hand. I didn't really wanna talk about my necklace.
"Well, we should get back to studying unless you changed your mind about-"

"Hell no," Bre said, cutting me off. "College is our ticket outta this hellish town."

I had to smile at that, she wasn't wrong. Going to college would be her and my way to leave Tulsa for a few years.

Bre giggled too as she took another sip of her coke and at the same time threw a fry at me. I laughed, throwing one back at her before we bucked down on studying.

After about an hour, we left and went back to Bre's place. She lived in the heart of greaser territory but didn't seem to mind much. I knew my mother would have a heart attack if she found out where I went all the time, but I never told her. For all she knew Bre was a soc right on the border.

"So?" Bre said after putting on a record.

"So, what?" I took a sip of tea as she sat on the bed beside me. We always had a cup of tea when I came over, it was like a tradition.

"The boy that walked you home-"

"Tim Shepard." I clarified, setting my mug on her bedside table.

"Right, Tim Shepard... Was he cute?"

"Breanna!"

"What?! It's a valid question." She defended herself. I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help laughing. "Well, was he?" She pestered.

"I don't know, it was dark," I said.

"So he was cute!" She gasped excitedly.

"Well, if you count gang leaders, thieves, and scars as cute, then yes," I muttered, picking my tea back up and taking a sip.

"Hey, scars on a guy are sexy." Bre giggled. I could have argued with my friend, but any argument about boys was an argument I couldn't win, and we both knew it. "I bet he's a good kisser too." She sighed.

I wrinkled my nose, thinking back to what Tim said about me being able to get boyfriend after boyfriend. I could never do that, but Bre could if she really wanted to. "And experienced." She added with a wink. I almost choked on my drink.