Malia
My hand grew sweaty as Tom held it and I suddenly felt the sickness I had been feeling earlier rush back. Ty’s eyes were glued on mine, dark and angry. I felt frozen in place as he looked me over, then abruptly pulled my hand from Tom’s.
“Everything okay?” Tom asked me and I turned to him, trying not to look as panicked as I was feeling inside.
“Um yeah sorry, just an itch,” I said lamely, pretending to scratch my other arm. As Tom looked back to the line ahead of us, I turned my attention back to Ty. His eyes were still on me but softer now. As I looked him over I couldn’t help but admire him. He looked so good under the carnival lights, his hair perfectly messed up. A white t-shirt clung to his chest hinting at the muscles underneath, with a pair of dark jeans that I’m sure his
