NOTE: this is not my best chappie
The two of us flung our heads around to see all the popular kids with their digital cameras taking pictures of us. Danny's eyes flared green. I pulled Danny's hand and tried to get him away from them. "C'mon, their not worth it."
He sighed. "You're right. Up for a movie?"
"Sure."
As we walked away, Danny put his arm around my waist. I put mine around his. I rested my head on his shoulder, even though I'm not really the romantic type.
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After our movie, we walked away talking about how bad it was. It just wasn't our type. Afterwards, we agreed to meet up later with Tucker and Jen at the pool. I literally ran home and turned my closet upside down to find a bathing suit that wasn't pink or something like that. A half-hour later, I decided on a black skull string bikini (don't ask why it's string). I grabbed a towel and my bag and drove over there. When I got there, I saw someone diving off the diving board. He had the same luscious blue eyes and gorgeous black hair as Danny. Yeah, it was him. When he swam over to the side, I helped him out and said, "Do you always go off the high dive to impress girls, or only me?"
He hugged me. "It's good to see you too."
"So, where are we sitting?"
"Follow me."
He led me to our usual spot. We always sat there, how could I not remember?
"Hey, Sam. Ooh, cute bathing suit," Jenna announced
"You too."
I sat down in the chair next to Danny. I took out my iPod and lay down in the hot June sun to work on my tan for the following school year. I never used to care about how I looked, but this was different. This is college. I get a whole new fresh start. Before I knew it, I fell asleep. Bad choice.
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Three hours later, someone started shaking me violently. "Just five more minutes, Ma," I mumbled
Then I heard a laugh. I managed to get up, but everything hurt. I looked at my body, it was all sunburned.
"You okay Sam?" Danny asked, "You burned up real well."
"Ugh."
"You want me to drive you home?"
"Sure. Seeing that I can't drive myself."
So Danny drove me home and I walked him back to his house. Danny tried to hug me except I was in a lot of pain to be touched. Each step I took on the way home was like a nightmare. As I walked into my house, my parents were doing some sort of planning for something.
"Oh! Hello, Samantha. What happened to you?" my mother announced
I looked at my arm. "Nuthin'." And I went upstairs to my gigantic bedroom.
I flopped on my bed, thinking that it wouldn't hurt. Big mistake. I lay there, thinking about what had happened that night with Danny. Had they really done it? Why had they done it? Why am I thinking about this? I decided to put it behind me. What's the worst that could happen? I mean, Danny would never try to hurt me. He loves me. I know him. He's not like that. But, what happened that night to make Danny act like he did? (Not counting the countless beers and jello shots)