|| 𝗡𝗼𝘃𝗮 𝗥𝗮𝗲 || 𝗧𝗼𝗺 𝗞𝗮𝘂𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘇 ||
Best friends, ever since they were practically in the womb, both of their moms grew up together. After a couple of faulty marriages, they decided to move both families into one house. They spent their s...
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—TOM POV—
Nova had been gone for a week now, I don't think i've ever missed a person more.
Even though, we had both applied to CSU. Her mom, still made her check out this two year training program. She didn't want to go, but I told her it would be good. And if she found it interesting, I would apply to a college near wherever she decided to go.
I sighed. Lately these days. I really have been her bitch, I need to get my own personality.
Eh.
"Hey, what's up?" Blake banged against the side of my locker.
"The ceiling." I made a quick-witted joke, immediately regretting it as I said it.
"With your life, I mean." He rolls his eyes, walking with me to class. "I um..." I paused, trying to think of what to say.
"You um...?" He nudges my shoulder, trying to get a sentence out of me. "If I tell you, you'll get mad at me." I pressed my lips together, looking to the side. He groaned, stopping in his tracks.
"You miss Nova."
I hummed and nodded, sighing again. "She's coming back, in three days. Who needs, nine days to tour a stupid school." I waved my hands in the air, trying to make a point.
"Nine days, isn't even two weeks man. You'll live." We reached the cafeteria, I walked behind him. Sitting down onto the bench.
"Yeah okay, anyways. How's um... what's her name? I forget." I clicked my tongue, scratching the back of my neck as I tried to refresh my memory. Zara? No. Uh..
Baylor? No that's not it, either,
"Oh! Oh! Trinity!" I yelled out loud, finally remembering her name.
Trinity Wells, whipped her head in my direction. "Not you, Trinity." I cleared my throat.
She shrugs, turning back to her conversation.
"First of all, her name is Tracy..." Well fuck.
"And we're just talking." Blake grabbed an energy drink, from the side pocket of his backpack. "Talking? Or fucking?" I raised a brow. "Well, both." Blake says.
This is making me miss, Nova even more.
—
I jittered both of my legs in sync, staring at my phone. Waiting for it to buzz.
"Tom..."
"Tom."
"TOM!"
I jumped up, getting startled. Blake was in front of my face, with a can of beer. How did I get here? Oh yeah... I'm at his house.
I don't recall how, I got here actually.
"WHAT!" I screamed. "Take the fucking beer!"
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" I snatched it out of his hands.
