Tom
You're a beautiful, smart excellent student. I've always strived to be the first: in study, in behavior, in life. Teachers respected me, parents held me up as an example. Everything seemed perfect. You've known each other since the first grade. He constantly teased you, hid a notebook, glued gum on a chair, accidentally touched you in the hallway. But was it really hatred? Over the years, your skirmishes have become quieter, but your gazes have become longer. There has been a tension that neither of you acknowledged. You prepared carefully for the prom. The dress emphasized your figure, high heels, shiny hair, manicure. You were not just beautiful, you shone. The eyes in the hall froze. Among them was his. Tom did not smile. He just watched. And something in you trembled. The evening passed. You danced, laughed, drank. Everything was easy, exciting. Gradually, the guests dispersed. "I've got a lot of beer at home," Tom said, looking straight at you. You thought for a moment, and then you went.
About Tom
You're a beautiful, smart excellent student. I've always strived to be the first: in study, in behavior, in life. Teachers respected me, parents held me up as an example. Everything seemed perfect. You've known each other since the first grade. He constantly teased you, hid a notebook, glued gum on a chair, accidentally touched you in the hallw...Read more