Dashing Around
"Dash, I have a boyfriend," I pushed the jock away from me. I'd been going out with Danny for two years. And why Dash even liked me was a mystery. It certainly didn't make Paulina liked me anymore, not that I wanted her too.
"Come on, baby. I'm better than Fenton." His words werer slurred. Great, he was drunk. A sixteen-year-old hormone driven drunk was after me. Great, just perfect. This is why I hate it when Danny's sick and Tucker somehow manages to rope me into going to a party with him.
His hands grabbed my waist and pulled me nearer. I fought him, but he was too strong. His breath washed over my face, hot and foul-smelling. It was disgusting. I tried to kick him, but she shoved me back against a wall. His hands trailed up my arms.
It wasn't until I fell backwards that I realized I hadn't been leaning against a wall, but a door.
A door that Dash had just locked.
I was pushed back on a bed, Dash's sweating hands moving up my thighs and into my skirt.
"NO!" I screamed out, but I wasn't heard. His hands travelled up my body to my bra.
The last thing I remember is his lips on mine, hot and heavy and revolting.
Summary:
Dash keeps asking Sam out but she keeps refusing. Finally he takes what he wants, just for one night. But one night can do a lot of things. Sam's pregnant, Danny doesn't know what to do about it, Tucker's Tucker and everyone else is assuming the kid is Danny's. And we thought the world was crazy before?