Chapter Eight – A crush?

Who said anything about a crush. 'Well, now mon ami, a young lad like you, innocent and naïve, may not know when those silly feelings start kicking in. My advice to you is forget her and think of all the other pretty French girls your money can get you. American girls are well over rated anyway!" Tom ended with pushing his long brown hair backwards. Michael sighed. Tom wasn't getting his point at all. Puppy love? Whatever. Tom judged people based on their wealth and nationality. Like a rich spoilt kid would. But those weren't what Michael's mom thought him. Arguing with Tom, who seemed much more exposed to these stuffs, may prove futile so Michael ignored it. Their drivers came to pick them up from the playground they've sent them. It wasn't like Tom wanted them to play there. He just wanted to watch the girls playing around. And watch them swim with their slim clothes. He was a real jerk sometimes. 'So think less of that girl, and when we're older, I'll hook you around my round c