The girl walks over towards me, I frantically look down , I'm in a guy's version of a tank top, and basketball shorts - shit, I look like crap. I just wanna face-palm so hard right now for not looking at least, presentable to her. I grab the neck loop of my shirt and sniff, well, I hope she likes Old Spice - Swagger. She walks up at smiles, head cocked and a finger loosely pointed at me. "Thomas Epperson?" she asked. The sound of my birth-given names bites like venom, nobody has called me Thomas since kindergarten... long story short, school shooting, tried to be brave, teacher screamed my name, jumped in front of me, got shot - died. Her last words: "Thomas, I've always wanted to call you Thomas..." I went home crying that day, hands covered in blood, forbidding anyone to call me by my birthright name.. and everyone knew, except her.
"Please - just call me Tommy." I fought back tears and looked her in the eye, faking a smile. "Well, hello Tommy, I'm Alysin Walker, you're partner this season. " she said smiling. "We should meet up sometime, at that old coffee shop on Maine and 4th?" she asked. This could be a date... I gave her my most determined look, saying as if I was challenging someone, "Sounds like a plan, Stan!"
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The Girl in the Little Black Dress
Teen FictionSo, I dont really have a description for this one.... haha sorry. Its just a work in progress... People keep asking me how I get my covers, I use canva.com its made specifically for book covers... so, um, yeah. enjoy the book Tommy Epperson is a sma...
