Joey, Cole, Haden and Braxton have been a constant
in my life since I was five, and I have loved being one of the guys.
I’ve
been cheerleader.
I’ve
been study partner.
I’ve
been listener.
When we’re young, we don’t realize the profound
impact certain people will have on our lives. I had no idea twelve years ago
I’d meet four boys who would turn out to be my best friends, my soul mates - my barmy.
Now school is almost done, our last summer
together is drawing closer, and I’m trying to hold on to what we have while I
still can. After this we’ll have to say goodbye to each other, as our choices
will take our lives in different directions. But I don't know if our friendship
can survive once secrets and surprises begin revealing themselves to us at
every turn.
When it’s all said and done, will our friendships
remain unbreakable? Or will our once strong bond prove to be weaker than we
anticipated?
Letting go is harder than I thought, but some
changes are necessary.
And finding Laila…finding myself…may be the greatest journey of all.
“I guess we know the
flavor of the week,” a female voice says from behind me, causing several others
with her to laugh.
I know they’re
talking about me. They’re always talking about me. It’s been this way since I
was in seventh grade, but I’ve made it my mission to ignore it.
“She certainly gets
around,” another voice chimes in.
Cole is sitting to my
left, Haden to my right and both guys are staring at the field, but neither is
paying attention to the game. I watch out of my peripheral as Haden’s forearm
muscles tense and relax while Cole bites his lip. They are intently focused on
the words being thrown at me, but keep quiet for the time being.
“She must be good
because they all stick around,” a guy’s voice states in salacious tone that
makes me nauseous.
I don’t wait for
another barb to be hurled my way, even though I know it’s coming. I throw my
arm around Haden and whisper something in his ear before kissing his cheek then
turning to do the same to Cole. I lean forward to see Joey, who is next to Cole
and give him a wink, “I’ll get you later, Baby.”
He shakes his head
and laughs, “Why must you stir the pot?”
Haden smiles - proud
of my display - and it pushes me on.
I turn to look at the
three classmates who have stopped chattering long enough to watch my little
show, jaws hanging open. I shrug my shoulders, and answer Joey, “I’m just
giving them what they want.”
One of the girls,
Kasey, looks at me and raises a brow, “And what about Braxton?”
I glance over to Cole
who’s listening to everything, but is still watching the game. He smirks, as if
he knows what’s coming and a smile of my own begins to break.
They are gawking at
me when I turn and wet my lips before winking at the girls.
“If he wins, we all
win,” I say huskily.
“Touchdown!” The
announcer yells and the crowd jumps to their feet to celebrate. All but the
three jerks behind me.
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T.K. Rapp is a Texas
girl born and raised. She earned a B.A. in Journalism from Texas A&M and it
was there that she met the love of her life. He had a contract with the U.S.
Navy that would take them across both coasts, and ultimately land them back
home in Texas.
Upon finally settling
in Texas, T.K. worked as a graphic designer and photographer for the family
business that her mom started years earlier. She was able to infuse her
creativity and passion, into something she enjoyed, but something was still
missing. There was a voice in the back of her head that told her to write, so
write, she did. And, somewhere on an external hard drive, are several stories
she started and never finished.
Now at home, raising
her two daughters, T.K. has more time to do the things she loves, which
includes photography and writing. When she’s not doing one of those, she can be
found with her family, which keeps her busy. She enjoys watching her kids in
their various sporting activities (i.e. doing the soccer mom thing), having
Sunday breakfast at her parent’s house, singing out loud and out of key or
dancing like a fool. She loves raunchy humor, gossip blogs and a good book.
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