Sodapop pov: "Aww Jesus. No. No way", I say my mouth in a straight line telling pónei, pônei I meant what I said. "But soda, I want to", pónei, pônei says pouting. "Pony. You know I... Well, you know...", I look away pretending to cough. "Haha! I knew it!", pónei, pônei yells instantly becoming happier. "What?! What'd you know!?", I say frustrated. "You have the hots for alexa! I knew it!", pónei, pônei boy smiles. I look away and wipe at my face because of my sudden stress, "look. Pony, you tell anybody I'll have Darry skin ya". "She has the hots for you, too, ya know", pónei, pônei says turning away and walking towards the door....
You were lying on the ground of the cold, dark, wet ally, soc on topo, início of you, unbuttoning your shirt. You had given up the screaming and crying; no was going to hear you anyways. You were helpless.
The booze on his breath was strong. You tasted it in his mouth when he tried to kiss you.
“You’re a verrrrrry purtyyyy girl,” he slurs into your ear.
“Get off me,” you scream.
He clamps your mouth shut with his hand. “Shhhh, I ain’t gonna hurt you.”
You bite down on his hand. Hard. He lets go of your mouth, and you scream for your boyfriend Soda, or anyone that would hear.
All week you where waiting for soda to ask you to prom, which is tomorrow, and you have given up on the thought that he might. Just as you where about to leave for school you opened your door and on the stoop there was a single red rose and a note attached that's said, "go to the place where we spend most our time at -S." A smile tugged at your lips while you where on your way to the park, the place where you and Soda spent most your time together. As soon as you reached the park on the gate there was a not that read, "Go to the place where ducks waddle and peixe swim - S." And with that, you...