"Not tonight, i'm kind of with somebody" I don't miss the other boys' snickers. David looks behind me dramatically
"Strange, I don't seen anybody. Do you see anybody marko?" David asks one of his friends mockingly. My pride momentarily overtakes my fear. Who the hell does he think he is?! The nerve of some people
"Nope" the youngest blonde, who I'm assuming is Marko, answers
"Nope how bout' you Paul?" Marko laughs
The older blonde answers "nobody but little red. What about you Dwayne, you see Row's date?" Paul asks.
"Not anymore" Dwayne laughs. Wait! Those laughs! Its them! They were at the concert!
"MY NAME IS ROWAN. And besides i'm just getting air, he's probably looking for me" I say, shivering as a wave of unease washes over me. I notice a flash of what seems like anger cross David's features.
Everything inside of me is telling me to run, far. Instinct screaming about the danger i'm in.
"Rowan. Don't tell me you're afraid" David says suddenly. Who the hell does he think he is!
"Never" a false sense of bravado overtakes me, momentarily erasing my fear
"Then why not?" He asks again,
"Because I don't ditch dates" I say annoyed. I notice anger this time in his eyes, why would he be mad? I turn to walk away as he grips my arm, my face snaps back to his. Why haven't I decked him yet? I absentmindedly notice his gloves, black leather, was he wearing them last time?
"Lets go Rowan" he looks deep into my eyes, a strange pulling feeling tugs at me. Its making me nauseous. Is he doing this?
He looks me over like i'm some sort of prize again, causing me to visibly shudder. The strange pull is getting stronger, I feel like i'm going to pass out. I force myself to tear my gaze from his.
"Sorry. I'm heading back" I rip my arm from his grip, the others look confused but for some reason a look of intrigue remains on his face.
I quickly start to walk down the beach, feeling drained of energy. Walking through the sand makes the sudden fatigue in my muscles scream out.
I momentarily look down at my feet, as if it would will them to walk faster. I look up and let out an audible gasp, how did he get in front of me. I turn around to notice all of his friends are gone. It's just me and him, the only other people on the beach are at the bonfires seemingly miles away.
"What no goodbye? Not even an until next time? Not really your style Row" He smirks. I get in his face
"You know nothing about me" I say angrily and walk around him
"Well I certainly know which buttons to push" he says. I turn around frustrated
"What the hell do you want from me!" I yell, i'm well passed annoyed. I'm now tired, pissed off, and annoyed
"Just wanna talk" he shrugs and gives a smirk thats anything but innocent.
"All right fine! You wanna talk lets talk! What have you and your friends done with Andy?" I ask
He gasps and puts his hand over his heart in mock hurt "whatever do you mean Row?"
"Don't try to fuck with me! I saw you talking to him" I say!
"You sure about that?" He asks
"Positive" I affirm
"I mean, I know how those concerts get hazy. What do you think you saw?" He asks smirking
"I'm not crazy." I state
"Never said you were sweetheart" he shrugs
"Your infuriating" I say
"And you love it" he shoots back. Was he always standing this close
"And vain" I add
"Are you gonna tell me where Andy is?" I ask
"I like it when you're angry" he smirks
"Don't try and change the subject. Are you going to tell me?" I ask
"Listen just let me give you a ride home, you look a little worse for wear" he changes the subject, seeming oddly concerned
"No i'll take my chances" I say in spite. I start to walk away as I feel something catch my ankle. Arms wrap around my waist right before my face hits the sand. He pulls me to my feet but keeps me in his grasp so my back is touching his chest. The contact feels like electricity coursing through me.
"Thanks. Now let go" I state
He leans down and tightens his grip on my waist "agree to go out with me tomorrow night first" I shiver as he speaks next to my ear
"You're really asking to get decked aren't you?" I state through gritted teeth trying to slip from his grip. Dammit his hands are like a vice. He just tightens his grip even more, pressing me against his hard chest
"David-" I start
"C'mon, one night. Not like it's gonna kill you" he laughs softly
"Fine now let go" I struggle even more trying to get away
"Say it" he says
"David seriously!" I let out a frustrated laugh
"Fine! I'll go out with you tomorrow night! NOW LET GO." I laugh, going from angry to slightly amused.
"Are you sure you want me to" I can practically hear the smugness in his voice.
"David." I say annoyed
"Until tomorrow night" he says, before I can respond I freeze feeling his lips graze my neck in a kiss thats anything but chaste, sending an unrecognizable feeling through me. I force myself to bite back a groan
Suddenly his hands are gone, he's just gone. I place my hands where his just were and sigh at the loss. What the hell is wrong with me?! David is an asshole!
But he's the only person (asshole) i've ever met with a personality rivaling mine, and the way his hands felt on my waist, and his lips on my neck. Nobody's ever made me feel like that, no past boyfriends, and certainly not Andy.
"Row! Row what are you doing down there" Michael called, finally a familiar voice.
"Uh just getting some air Mikey!" I call back
"Ready to go?!" He asks
"Yeah!" I look one last time to the spot David was. What am I getting myself into?
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