Tom Stokes

Tom Stokes is the kind of boy you can get to do just about anything. "Pliable" Tracey G says. "Like a puppy dog," I say. Don't get me wrong I wasn't exactly experienced with boys. Not that I let on, you know how it is. Tom always had a thing for me, so they said. But it took him ages to ask me out. We were on the school field, when he did. Tracey and me were watching the sixth-formers play footie (hunky they were) when Tom appeared, with his hands in the pockets of his blazer, looking all shifty. He started talking to me and Tracey starting blowing kisses and pretending to spew in her fake Gucci bag that her dad brought back from Las Vegas. And Tom was babbling on about Man U and his mum and his dad's favourite food and what did I think of crocs as his sister has this obsession with them and has them in all colours. I think going through the list of colours was taking it a bit far but I listened anyway and tried not to look at Tracey. I suppose he thought I would be interested. I suppose I was but I didn't let on. I do like crocs. Pink ones are cool.

Anyway, so then he did that looking at his shoelaces, twisting his hands behind his back so the blood ran out kind of thing boys do. And then he said, "So how about it?" I thought I'd missed something. But then he added, "You could come to mine and we could watch X Factor together." So I said yes. I fancy the one who looks a bit like a white Michael Jackson but sings like Bonnie Tyler. Anyway that was the start of it. But we had our first fight cos I wanted to watch The Vampire Diaries after and he said it was shite. So I showed him the top part of my left breast, I mean just the flesh bit, not the nipple and he said alright maybe it wasn't as shite he thought.

Told you- like a puppy dog.

He was quite cute in a nerdish kind of way. And soon I had him reading Twilight. He thought that was crap til I told him I thought of him as my Edward Cullen . Of course really he looked like Edward the potato with a high forehead and gozzy eyes.

So when it happened. By 'it' I mean that night- when... well, I'll not tell you now. But I will soon. I need to know I can trust you first. When I was exsanguinated and left in Epping forest I was supposed to be meeting Tom. We were supposed to be going to the chippy for fritters. But I never showed and he walked home on his own.

I saw him.

I saw him when he got home and sent me about 20 texts. He must have thought he'd been dumped

I saw him weeping like a baby too when the police came to his mum's house to tell what happened.

That's why I knew I had to start the Blog. I needed him to believe, like proper believe, so we could be together. OK so he didn't look like Edward Cullen... but I liked him. And I didn't look like Bella. But I look so much better now.

So I will tell you how I came to make Tom one of us.

Maybe Tom will Blog too... maybe he can tell you

Maybe you're out there Tom?

You never know.