I was jolted awake by a vibration.
Before I had dozed off I had been reading some stupid, boring magazine about fashion trends to keep up with the Barbies. Kim Kardashian, winged eyeliner, and other insignificant information swarmed in my head.
A vibration came from my phone. I threw back the bed sheet in search of my phone.
Tamara: Hey locker buddy ! ;-)
I didn't know how to respond.
Me: Hi?
Tamara: That's how you treat someone who's committed-ly written you letters for days?
Me: Yes, you woke me up from a rather pleasant dream.
Tamara: Was I in it?
I felt this bubbling inside me. I felt these sparks in my abdomen. Like tiny flames spontaneously combusting. What was she trying to get at? I decided to disregard the question entirely.
Me: You're kind of creepy. You know that?
Tamara: Well you decidedly chose to give your number to a creep.
I laid back into my comforter. Crinkling the sheet with the new tingly feeling that had washed over me.
Somehow I felt that Tamara might have gotten to know me better in those short irrelevant texts more than anyone had ever bothered to attempt.
And to be entirely honest that both irritated, and scared me.
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Roman pour AdolescentsLet me introduce you to the most spontaneous, random, beautiful, crazy, ugliest girl I know, Tamara. She doesn't care what you think of her because she is Tamara. "Just try..." she whispered
