All. I. AM. - Tom Schaar

Chapter 3

"Hello, Lenny Wilson."

I closed my locker, a stack of books in my arms, and turned to my left to look at Tom, who stood leaning up against the locker next to mine. Today, Tom wore a very similar outfit as he did yesterday: a white t-shirt, a pair of khaki shorts, a Red Bull snapback, and of course, a pair of red vans. He hair was unusually messy today, either because of the wind or he just decided not to brush his hair today.

"Hello, to you too, Tom whatever-your-last-name-is."

Tom laughed, tilting his head a little to the side so that it was now resting against the locker. He starred at me, his usual playful grin displayed on his very handsome face.

"I'm here - at exactly 8:33 am on a Friday morning - to invite you, Lenny Wilson, to a party." Tom explained, causing a silly grin to slip onto my face. "So, how does that sound? You want to come to a party with me tonight?"

I shrugged, "Since I have nothing better to do, other than watch Netflix, I would love to come with you to a party tonight."

Tom's grin widened - if that's even possible, "Great. So, do I come get you or...?"

"I'll text you my address." I answered, leaning on my right leg.

"Okay, I'll see you around then." Tom said, pushing off of the lockers.

"Yes you will."

He walked a few feet down the hall backwards, watching me with a huge smile that was enough to show his dimples, until finally turning around. I grinned, continuing to watch him descend down the long hallway, meeting up with his friends at the stairs.

*

I read the text over and over again with a smile on my face.

From: Tom | Sent: 9:34pm

Come outside

I was excited, ever since this morning I've been anxious to see Tom again. I was smiling all day and no matter what happened or whatever some little dip shit said, the smile never left my face.

I quickly hopped up off of my bed and ran over to my closet, where I proceeded to search for clothes. I had a shower two hours ago and for some reason decided to not get dressed, exactly why I'm still wearing nothing except my towel. My phone vibrated signaling I had a text. I picked my phone up off of my dresser, scanning over the screen as Tom's name popped up.

From: Tom | Sent: 9:36

Bring a bathing suit and a change of clothes

I tossed my phone onto my bed and turned back to the closet, pulling out a dark pink and purple bikini. I quickly stripped out of my clothes and threw on the bikini, slipping a pair of leggings and a grey 1995 crop top on over top. I slipped my feet into a pair of plain black socks and my size five in women's black converse, before grabbing a small black bag. I shoved a pair of swimming shorts, sweatpants, a shirt, and a beanie into my bag, along with my flip phone.