Calla:
I had every intention the next Monday to go to school and blurt out all my discoveries about Tyson Shelley to Mitchie and the others. But as I got on that school bus, and took a seat next to my pretty dark haired friend, I changed my mind. I couldn't tell them. It wasn't their knowledge to know.
"Anything interesting happen on the weekend?" Mitchie asked as the bus took off to the next stop.
I just shrugged and shook my head.
"Well," she continued, completely oblivious to my inner thinking, "Guess who has a date with Sam Tapp this Friday?"
I was looking out the window, and not really concentrating on her chatter. "Calla!"
I jumped back to earth, "Hmm?" I said absentmindedly.
"Weren't you listening to me? I have a date with Sam on Friday night."
"Oh, sorry Mitchie. That's good?"
She rolled her eyes at me and continued blabbing on about how gorgeous Sam Tapp was. I still wasn't listening; I couldn't get my mind off Tyson.
Was he okay? Maybe I should ask Mum when I get home. I couldn't forget that image of how terrified he was, just looking at me. It gave me chills.
Mitchie was still talking when the bus rocked up at school. But I couldn't focus on her conversation, my thoughts kept wondering. Drug abuser? I couldn't believe it. What made him like that? What makes people like that?
"Calla!"
I snapped out of my thinking for the second time that morning. "Hmm?" I mumbled turning to her.
She just smirked and shook her head, "What's up?"
"Nothing! Sorry, I'm just not with it this morning." I apologised hoping she'd buy it.
"Obviously," she laughed as we stepped out the bus, linking arms with me. "But as I was saying, can you come?"
"To what?" I asked suddenly concerned of her answer.
"On a double date with me and Sam?"
I jumped, I was right to be worried, "with who?" I exclaimed.
"Daniel of course," she looked at me as if I was deaf. I tried to put a face to the name.
"Can you please? He really likes you," she rattled on begging, pulling on my arm when she noticed my hesitation. "Please?"
Then it clicked. The short guy in my science class. A funny feeling in my stomach was worrying me as I thought of him.
"Oh please Calla! It would be so much fun!"
I rather doubted that but I supposed I had nothing better to do.
"Fine." I sighed, while she squealed in excitement.
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Ecstasy
RomanceTyson Shelley is a very typical teenager: parties, girls, passionate about his garage band. Except he may have taken it too far. Whenever there's a party he's the first one with a drink in his hand, which would be all right, if he weren't popping pi...
