The sound of police sirens were heard as William glanced in his rearview mirror. "Oh, shit." he muttered, his bottom lip trembling uncontralably.
"Don't worry, Willy." she assured, "I know how to handel cops, you just bawl. They let you off easy."
"Cry?" Will spat, "Are you kidding me?" He felt the lump in his throat grow as he pulled the car over to the side of the street.
"Just act really dumb!" Ash cried, "It's all you have to do to avoid any trouble!"
William gulped and studied his rearview mirror to find an officer exiting the small cop car and heading towards them. "I..." he started, "You! You got me into this!"
"I did not." she defended, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Yes, you did. You practically forced me to speed!" William screamed, his once charming brown eyes were full of rage. "My parents are going to forking kill me!"
"It was your choice, Will." Ashley growled, "I didn't push you in the car and force your foot on the gas. If you weren't so into impressing me, this wouldn't have happened. So don't blame me for anything."
"You don't care about me, do you?" William snapped, "Just along for the ride, 'eh?"
"Don't talk bullshit with me! You know I care." she stated, trying to defend herself from his accusions. Her hazel eyes glancing to the approching officer.
"Yeah, you care about my truck." he shot bitterly, turning towards the figure standing in his window, "Good evening officer."
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"It was fun." Kindell smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her creamy face.
"Better than that party then?" he inquired, clicking his tongue ring on his front teeth. she grinned big, lightly clasping and unclasping her hands together.
"Well, watching that movie was the best, time for us to be alone and get to know each other better." she explained, her face a slightly darker color of red.
"Did you like what you got to know?" he demanded to know what she thought of him.
"Of course, Luke..." she suddenly shot, "I've always liked you for you. Always have, always will. Just learning more is a treat."
"So, you still like me after all the horrible things I've done to you, like backing out of prom?" he was egar to know, his blue eyes dancing as he stared down at her smaller frame.
"How could I not?" Kin replied, "Your the man of my dreams, the one I've waited for all these long years."
"So, if I was to ask you out...what would you say?"
"I guess I'd say yes."
"Then will you be my girlfriend?"
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Peter stared wide-eyed at Brooke, his jaw dropped slightly, he hadn't ever thought she'd find out. His mouth slowly closed as he took a big gulp of air.
"I won't tell, I promise." she whispered slightly caressing his cheek. He smiled, leaned in and gently pressed his lips against hers, drawing her closer, so she had to tilt her head more. That way he could deepen the kiss.
Suddenly, the sound of a cell phone rining brought the two apart. "I have to get that." she said, staring into his dark eyes momentarily before answering her phone. "I'm a little busy, is it that important?"
"Yes! You won't believe what happened!" came a frantic voice from the other end.
"Alright, tell me quick." Brooke sighed, glancing helplessly to Peter.
"I just...slept with Joe."
"Your kidding?"
"...are you mad?"
"No. not at all. I got something better."
"Yeah, but you gotta help me. I'm so freaked right now."
"But..I'm with Peter right now."
"Peter?"
"Laura...I have to go."
"Can I come over...you can still be with Peter..."
"I'm at his house..." she glanced to Peter, "407 n. 4th ave."
"Alright. I'll be there soon."
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Glazed blue eyes flickered open, the world spinning uncontrolably before him. Andrew slowly brought his trembling hand to his forehead, he was sweating. Infact he felt extremely ill. Quickly, he sat up to keep from choking on his own stomach acid.
Feeling the wave of vomit inch up the back of his throat. Andy jerked his head to the side, feeling the acid rip up his chest. and throat before spilling into the grass. Though his vison was blurred, he stared intently at his leg...it wasn't the color of his jeans.
He squinted slightly as if he was still seeing things. When the color wasn't normal, he reached down and touched his leg. Realizing that the reason it wasn't blue was because he was bare. Suddenly, his breath became rapid...memories of the night before floating back to him.
"How the hell..." he muttered, looking around for his clothes. Catching a glimpse of his pants, he jerked his head to the left, suddenly getting very dizzy, "Whoa..."
He gulped standing up and gathering his clothes, quickly covering himself. "Did I...fuck them?" he asked himself. He slowly reached down and felt his cock slightly and to his surprise...it hurt. "Oh fuck! Oh fucking a!" he hollered, "I'm fucking gay!"