Brain Damage.
Maurice’s POV
“Reese!” I felt Sam calling me, so I turned. “Did you meet Eva?” he asked, like all the Eva-s in the world are my acquaintances. But I do remember one. The most prominent one I can ever.
“Eva??” I repeated in a slug. Is it that Eva I'm picturing in my head? The tall blond, hazel-eyed one contrasts her hair but applaudingly compliments her fake tanned skin.
“Eva Francis.” He spoke from behind. “The same you are picturing right now.”
Eva Francis, the school model. The frail, yet notorious party girl of our school? The first love of all the Richies of this town, Eva Francis. My former friend, Eva Francis. My companion, Eva Francis. “She is here?” I added. I would love to see her. She must have become a big shot by now, hasn’t she? “I want to see her. I haven’t
