Novel & Cerita Tessa Elliot Fanart

she said quietly, her gaze returning to the stage. Her tone was calm, but the meaning behind it carried weight. The staff beside her shifted slightly, unsure how to respond, her eyes darting between Tessa and the stage. Tessa reached into her bag and pulled out her phone. With practiced ease, she unlocked it and opened her gallery. Her fingers moved across the screen, scrolling until she found what she was looking for. She tilted the phone slightly so the staff could see. “Ms. Tessa, this design looks familiar to Flower Gods,” the staff said, her brows furrowing as she leaned closer to the screen. The resemblance was undeniable. The curves, the structure, even the concept, it was all there.

"Tessa isn't even a lesbian, you idiot." "You love me." She shrugged nonchalantly, and got up from my desk chair where she'd been sitting for the last fifteen minutes. She took a sip from her can of blue Monster - her newest obsession since she'd seen it all over Tiktok, and walked over to my dresser to rummage through my drawers. "Do you think she'll dress up?" She asked, rifling through some shirts.

Tess's voice bellowed, okay her girl got eyes she had to admit, it wasn't easy to spot her in her oversized tee, shades and leggings all black colored. "G-I-R-LLL, you look so yum"Tessa was saying, turning her a full three hundred and sixty degrees to get a full view. Okay now, that was obviously a lie. The only good looking person here was Tessa, in her designer jacket and leather pants trapping an ass she'd kill for. Sigh, she'd kill for Tess's body, not like she didn't love hers, but her best friend was near perfection at this point and she was well...

Elliot’s arm linked with mine as we moved through the hallways. “Girl, did you think you were skipping my room?!” Tessa squealed, rushing up and wrapping her arms around me. “Never,” I smiled, “Tess, this is Elliot Lakin. Elliot, this is Tessa, my best friend.” Her eyes traveled the length of his body before landing on his face with narrowed eyes, “The hottest ones are always assholes. Tell me, Elliot, do you fall into that category?” I failed to stifle laughter as she stared at him, chest heaving, and pretending that she wasn’t five foot four.