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My heart nearly exploded from inside my chest, my palms became exceedingly sweaty. I felt like I was going to melt into a puddle of frantic nerves and anxiety.
Why on earth was Tommy Bracco here?
To the best of my ability, I quickly pulled Ginger aside. We were wedged up against a corner, temporarily shielded from the boys' gaze.
"What is happening?" I whispered harshly, my eyebrows arched in utter disbelief.
"What do you mean?" Ginger replied anxiously, a tinge of annoyance in her voice.
"Why is he here?"
"Who? I can't read your mind!"
"Who do you think? Tommy Bracco is right there!" I stole a glance around the corner, noting the boys' confused expressions.
"Angie, relax," Ginger said soothingly.
"Relax!? How would you feel if Jeremy Jordan was here!"
"Ugh, Angie, stop it. He's just a human being. Let's go sit with them," said Ginger.
"Sit with Tommy Bracco? Sit with Tommy Bracco?" I pressed my damp palm to my forehead and released a nervous chuckle.
It sounded like such an absolutely obsured and unthinkable thing to do. How could I, especially in this condition, even associate myself with an angel such as Tommy Bracco? He, without a doubt, was not human.
However, before I could continue protesting, Ginger gently grasped my arm and lead me towards the guys' table.
Their gazes fell onto me and Ginger as we stood in front of them, their complexions still laced with curiosity and bewilderment.
"Is anything wrong?" asked Josh, his brow crooked upwards.
Though I sincerely tried to restrain myself from acting like a total fangirl, I couldn't help but stare at Tommy. He glanced up at me once or twice, always catching my gaze. Each time I'd frantically looked away, only to, seconds later, have my gaze land on him again.
"No," Ginger said pleasantly, occupying a seat in between Josh and Tommy.
"Here," Ben said to me, catching my attention. He rose from his chair and pulled out the one next to him.
"Oh, th-thanks," I stammered. I had yet to master the art of sitting down without sending my crutches crashing to the ground or looking like an obsesse panda. So I awkwardly bent over and sat down. Thankfully I didn't smack Ben in the face with my crutch.
