Sadie Hawkins- Tgirl Review

The target of her ask was Liam Hartley. Liam was a quiet, artistic senior who painted murals of galaxies on the abandoned train depot. He also happened to be the only boy in AP Chemistry who, when Chloe dropped her pencil last week, picked it up and said, “Here you go, Chloe.” Not “Chloe, man.” Not “dude.” Just Chloe .

She wore a burgundy velvet dress that caught the light. Her hair was pinned up with a clip that had fake pearls. When she walked into the gym, the DJ was playing a slow song—a sappy Taylor Swift deep cut. sadie hawkins- tgirl

“And what is me ?” Chloe asked, tugging at the sleeve of her thrift-store cardigan. The target of her ask was Liam Hartley

He pulled her onto the floor. They didn’t sway like the other couples. They stumbled, laughed, and once, Chloe stepped on his sneaker so hard he winced. She wore a burgundy velvet dress that caught the light

“Can I ask you to breakfast? My treat. (And yes, I know that breaks the rules. I’m a rebel.)”