Part One
Tamika Wood is an average teenager. Relatively wealthy and popular with permissive parents she’s known for her parties which tend to be big on under-age drinking and even bigger on drama.
At some point, probably around March or April, Scott started to talk to me a lot. It took me a while to notice it because he generally just talked a lot to anyone that was nearby. I’d noticed that I’d been the closest person nearby fairly often before I considered the idea that he might be seeking me out on purpose.
This story is not about Tamika Wood.