Sodapop pov: "Aww Jesus. No. No way", I say my mouth in a straight line telling parang buriko I meant what I said. "But soda, I want to", parang buriko says pouting. "Pony. You know I... Well, you know...", I look away pretending to cough. "Haha! I knew it!", parang buriko yells instantly becoming happier. "What?! What'd you know!?", I say frustrated. "You have the hots for alexa! I knew it!", parang buriko 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", parang buriko says turning away and walking towards the door....
You were lying on the ground of the cold, dark, wet ally, soc on tuktok of you, unbuttoning your shirt. You had ibingiay 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 halik 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.