Trix
I would have looked at the guy sitting next to me and give him a nod back. I look him up and down and notice faint scars, some new, some old. Going all the way from the tip of his middle finger and disappearing underneath his scrubs. He had to be at least six foot two.
"Like what you see?" I snap my head back up to look at him and he just chuckles to himself. "This is the part where you tell me your name, doll."
I would just give him a roll of the eyes and then a cheeky smile. "Trix." He laughs and looks at me. "Okay seriously what's your real name?" I roll my eyes once more. "Dick move. What if that's my real name?" I ask and raise an eyebrow, glaring at him. How did he already know? Am I that easy to read? "Tris. Tris Kille. I got the nickname from the guys who took me under their wing but were to high to pronounce Tris right so, since I was 15 it's been Trix."
He just nods. "Respect." I like that about him. He's calm, collected, not a total douchebag but definitely has some good qualities in him. Honest. I could tell he's loyal. He feels like a bit of disappointment in himself and a failure because he failed to get his own murder done. Let's see how you play, Zayd.
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One Last Time
RomanceTrix is a homeless girl who has been selling and living off drugs and a can of rootbeer since she was 15. She then ends up passed out on the street and ends up in a mental hospital where she meets the love of her life, Zayd.Zayd is in there for runn...
