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Suzy walked down the hallways, books and files clutched firmly against her chest. She caught herself clenching her teeth. She hadn’t managed much sleep the previous night. She wondered how Tommy’s exam went. She wondered if he had went through her binder. She wondered if he had looked at chapter 4. She wondered if he had looked at her handwritten notes, especially the ones written below the algebraic formulae table.

“Fuck,” she thought, as she recalled for the thousandth time the intricate heart-crossed figures with Tommy’s and Suzy’s names in it...

~by vinny~

Suzy felt like an idiot...

But Suzy was no idiot. Tommy knew that.
For a fact.
He knew damn well he had passed his test and it was only because of her. He even admitted it right on his test. He answered the essay question with their dialogue.
Suzy was the smartest girl Tommy had ever known.
He had seen the pretty little hearts and his name always written in bold, with her black pen.
And Tommy loved Suzy too.
He sat on his bed and sketched her hearts, then wove flowers of skeletons through the curves. He drew a dagger underneath. He liked his drawing.
He thought it would make a cool tattoo.

And Suzy- no, no. Suzy was no idiot.
She met Jon McDermott, after class, at the abandoned factory down by the tracks. Sun shone through the green glass, and he just stood there up against the wall.
She got on her knees and undid his pants herself.
Jon McDermott's daddy was a doctor.
Jon McDermott paid 50 bucks a pop.

"You're really smart," Tommy said to her, when he found her by her locker the next day. "All I can do is really draw."
He handed her his drawing and she blushed because of the hearts.
"It'd make a real cool tattoo," Tommy told her. "You want to hang out for a bit after school?"
And Suzy agreed, but was not even sure if she had said yes or only nodded her head.
Tommy asked her where she would like to meet after class, with a shrug and a 'Anywhere.'
And feeling like an idiot again; Suzy couldn't even stop herself, she asked, "How about we meet down at the old factory?"


Brian said…
Nicely done... always nicely done.
Queenie said…
You too, Brian.
But I think you should already know that.


Jessy said…
i love your girls. They are so scandalous. giving head to the boys by the old factory.
KJB said…
okay. wait. tommy and minnie are really in love right? or am i now confused and minnie is really tommy's little sister? who is this suzy chick, dammit! i could have sworn i've always been rooting for tommy and minnie...even though they would be a dysfunctional mess.
Queenie said…
Do not worry, KJB, do not worry...


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