"You're the reason I'm done with being a goonie."
After snapping at the horrible, immature teenage boy - Clarke Devereaux who's always been mean to her, Samantha finally reaches her boiling point and leaves the group of friends she's honoured and ch...
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The kiss
Mouth's point of view.
"Rain, no!" Andi cried out while pushing her head into Brandon's shoulder.
"Sam!" Mikey's voice cracked.
"No!" I screamed, almost crumbling to my knees as I was about to run after her.
"Hold him back!" The old hag shouted towards one of the men. "Let her drown."
I glared at her as the man yanked on my arm. I looked up at him as he eerily smirked at me before looking down. I wasn't giving up, I just needed a plan. A fast one at that.
I looked over at Data and gave him a look. He stared at me questioningly, not understanding what I wanted. I flicked my eyes over to the man holding onto him and that's when he finally knew what I was doing.
"Right, who's next?!" The woman barked, laughing and grinning to herself, sadistically.
"How about this one, Ma'?" Jake suggested as he pulled on Andi's hair, instantly causing her to gasp and scream.
"Don't touch her!" Brandon roared at the man before getting held back by the other guy as Andi was already getting pulled away.
"Brand!" She called out, practically in tears as I nodded my head at Data to do it.
As a response to this, Data manoeuvred his leg around and kicked the man in his groin causing him to instantly hunch over and let out a cry of pain. As he toppled over in agony, Data snatched the gun from him and threw it towards me where I grabbed it and started sprinting towards the plank. As I was running, I held up the gun to the man holding Andi and as I did so, he instantly released her while she ran back to Brandon. Then, I threw the gun right in the woman's face, so hard that she actually almost fell over. Once reaching the edge of the ship, I instantly dove under the water, praying to God that she was still alive.
Sam's point of view.
I squirmed under the water, kicking my legs and trying to rip my hands apart. There was no use in it as I was practically the weakest person alive. My fighting wasn't for long, even though it felt like forever, as I felt someone grab onto me and pull me to the surface. I threw my head out of the water, coughing and panting for air as I now took note of my saviour; Mouth. He carefully swam with me to a little overhang part of the Lagoon and sat me down on a rock as he started to examine my wrists and the rope.
"Dammit." He hissed as the rope wasn't coming loose after his many tugs and pulls.
"Do you have that knife on you?" I asked slightly gasping as I remembered the small gadget he always seemed to carry.
