Sodapop pov: "Aww Jesus. No. No way", I say my mouth in a straight line telling pony I meant what I said. "But soda, I want to", pony says pouting. "Pony. te know I... Well, te know...", I look away pretending to cough. "Haha! I knew it!", pony yells instantly becoming happier. "What?! What'd te know!?", I say frustrated. "You have the hots for alexa! I knew it!", pony boy smiles. I look away and wipe at my face because of my sudden stress, "look. Pony, te tell anybody I'll have Darry skin ya". "She has the hots for you, too, ya know", pony says turning away and walking towards the door....
te were lying on the ground of the cold, dark, wet ally, soc on superiore, in alto of you, unbuttoning your shirt. te had dato up the screaming and crying; no was going to hear te anyways. te were helpless.
The booze on his breath was strong. te tasted it in his mouth when he tried to baciare you.
“You’re a verrrrrry purtyyyy girl,” he slurs into your ear.
“Get off me,” te 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 te scream for your boyfriend Soda, o anyone that would hear.