Naomi Brown is a 18-year-old girl whose life is surrounded by baseball and softball. Any day she isn't doing either of these, she is surrounded by boys. For once the girl isn't boy-crazy. Surprising right? But what happens when she is given the oppo...
I twirled in front of my full length mirror, almost falling in the process. I had white laced heels on, my hair in a braided bun. A white, stringy dress and red lipstick on. I wanted to make a good impression...
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I stare at myself in amazement. I have never been this dressed up since... well, forever! Or at least since mom died. We were on our way back from my cousin's wedding when a car rammed into the drivers side, hitting my mom head on. She was put in a coma and didn't wake up. I was only 8 at the time. It was a lot for a little girl to swallow. Tears had surfaced in my eyes and I quickly swiped them away. Be strong, I remind myself before striding through my bedroom door. I head out to my green Chevy Volt. The keys slide in easily and in seconds I'm on my way to Paxton Forester. I mean, it's just to hang out... right?
*30 MINUTES LATER*
Paxton was sitting at a window two-person table, playing some game on his phone. I walked around him to the point where I was behind him and placed my hands on his shoulders. He jumped at least 3 inches. His hand on his heart, he turned around. Paxton's jaw just dropped when he saw me.
"What? Did I somehow make you lose.." I peek at his phone,". Bejeweled Blitz?" I ask with a laugh. He just keeps his motionless expression until I wave my hand in front of his face.
"Sorry beautiful- I mean- Naomi!" He blushes and smacks his hand against his face, dragging it over his hair.
"Did you just call me beautiful?" I tease.
"Yes- I mean- no. Dammit!"he rants and I laugh softly, bringing my hands to my face to cover it.
"It's okay. I haven't dressed like this in years," I motion to my outfit," at least since my mother died," I whisper under my breath.
He gets up and wraps his arms around my waist from behind me. Setting his chin down on my shoulder, he whispers in my ear, " It'll be ok. Have some faith. You look just fine either way. The boys at school are already crazy for you!" He says the last part softer then the rest. His voice actually felt soothing and warm.
