As I was just finishing dinner the doorbell rang. I expected it to be Elizabeth, but when I opened the door I saw Tom. "Oh hey Tom, come on in." He slide though the door, I was just about to say something when my dad came in. "Angelina Sophia Garcia, who is this young man." My father was studying the dark, mysterious boy to my right. "Daddy this is Tom. We are working on a project for school." I said trying to calm him down. "Oh, hello Tom" My father said stretching his hand out. "Hey" he said just looking at the large, tan hand in front of him. "Well um have fun" and with that my father left. I turned to Tom "Follow me to my room." I was scared to show him my room. My room was so preppy; it was light pink with neon green trimming. On the walls there were pictures of my friends, family, my favorite Canadian Ryan Stead and me cheerleading. I had trophies on my shelve above my desk, which held my Mac Book, iPhone, and camera. My bed spread was pink and black silk with a Victorian feel to it. When we walked, I held my breath. He walked straight to my "living area" as I liked to call it. Basically it was a glass coffee table with pink candles on it and diamonds, two zebra chairs and a pink silk couch. He sat on the couch, on the right side to be exact. He pulled out his bio book and said "You coming to help or not?" I quickly reached for my mac book and sat on the left side. "Okay so I say we do the heart and make a power point" tom looked over at me and said "Wow, let me guess why you picked it. Because you are PREP" I wanted to remark back at him but I couldn't there was just something about him.