PoV Timmy

I was stood at my locker, pulling out my bag, when Danny came up behind me.

"Hey, Timmy, I need some help," he said.

"What with?" I asked.

"Tonight's the night I want to go all the way with Sam, but I have no idea how to get her to… you know…" He made an obscene gesture with his hands, moving his shoulders and eyebrows up.

"No, I don't." I looked up at him, and eyebrow raise. "I don't know what that means."

"I don't know how to get her to let me," he did finger quotes, "'de-flower' her."

"The hell makes you think I do?!" I asked.

"I don't know. I just need some help."

I sighed. "Just invite her over, make a nice dinner and see where it goes from there." I pointed a finger at him. "And don't ask me for advice like that again."

Danny smiled.

All the way home, I had a strange feeling, like I was being watched. I kept turning around to see if I was being followed, but I wasn't. Something just felt wrong. Very wrong.

Vicky's car pulled up beside me.

"Get in, twerp, we're going shopping," she said.

I sighed and got into her car. I buckled my seat belt as she sped down the high way. The trees rushed by the window faster than when my mom drove, and I was gripping the seat through the entire ride.

Suddenly, Vicky put a hand on my knee. She had just parked the car.

"Listen, twerp, you're not to say anything to your parents, ya' got it?" she said, her hand slowly inching up my leg.

Oh, no.

Not again.