Never Make Fun Of The Fat Kid

If Maybe You Wouldn't Have Cut Me off I Would've Finished My Story

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Chapter 29; If maybe you wouldn't have cut me off I would've finished my story.

**Halloween night**

••Daniel's POV••

I glanced at her sleeping in the backseat of my car. There was no way I was going to leave her at her house like this, sleeping, and drunk.

I drove back to my house, still thinking about it, it hadn't left my mind all night, I just kept thinking about it. What if Tiffany's baby was mine?

No. It couldn't be, I mean yea we did it a couple of weeks ago but it didn't necessarily mean it was my baby. This is Tiffany, she does every guy.

What if it is mine though? I mean think about it, I would have to give up school, give up Anna, give up everything for Tiffany and her baby. I didn't even like Tiffany, never did, I just actually went out with her because you know, she's really easy into persuading doing, you know what...

I thought more about it, what were my parents going to tell me? Kick me out the house they bought me, take away my car, take away my money for college, everything would be gone.

Even Anna.

I couldn't risk losing her, she's just so different from other girls and that's what I like about her.

I shook my head, maybe I was thinking too hard about, maybe I was exaggerating. But, I was seriously worried about that baby being mine.

Once I parked the car in my garage, I glanced at Anna one more time. I wasn't going to wake her up. She looked like an angel sleeping, believe it or not. She was drunk too, so for her to look like that while sleeping was weird.

It's all her fault I've changed, she has a spark I haven't seen in any other girl. I've been acting weird and all stalker like, which is definetly not something a person like me, would do. I mean come on, I'm Daniel Ross. I can hook up with any girl I like. But I didn't like this girl, I'm pretty sure it was more than just a "like". She wasn't hot like most guys think she is, she's beautiful. This girl must've been a goody two shoes before she got here and I'm exactly sure of that. But, why did she change? Was it because she was moving here?

I opened the back door and rested her body on my arms carrying her bridal style. I looked at her face, her makeup was all over her face. Was it weird that I found that attractive? And what was even more attractive were those freckles on her delicate face. Most of the time she would cover them with makeup, so you could see no trace of them but once she took it all off you could perfectly see those freckles. I had never been so sure about her eye color though, She probably wore contacts.

I entered my house through the garage door that lead to the kitchen. I walked slowly so I didn't wake her, but failed terribly at it.

Her eyes shot open, she looked around my face, blinked a few times, and immediatly wrapped her arms around my neck. We stood there in the middle of my kitchen like that. Her arms were around my neck, I was carrying her, and our faces were atleast three inches away. All I needed was to pull a little closer and our lips would brush, and then we would kiss.

And that's exactly what happend.

She hopped off my arms but our lips didn't seperate, we went like that for a while until I found myself carrying her off her feet and wrapping her legs around my waist.

I carried her like that to my room, and I don't even know how I managed to do that without falling or stumbling. I rested her body on the edge of the bed, in a sitting position, while I leaned over her and continued kissing her.