Never Make Fun Of The Fat Kid

Why are You Wet?

NOT EDITED.

Chapter 17; Why are you wet?

'Amanda's POV'

I giggle as John wraps his hands around my waist.

"Stop! Stop it! It tickles!" I shriek.

"Okay, I'll stop."

Johnny had picked me up from school, took me out to eat, and now we are walking at the park whilst eating Ice Cream.

"How was your day?" He asks.

"It was good, I suppose. And speaking about school, how come you don't go to my school?"

"Let's just say my parents don't get along with the fact that Daniel and I would be going to the same school." He confesses.

We stay quiet as we continue to walk.

"Why?" I manage to say.

"I don't want to talk about it."

I nod, pretending to understand.

What is so important that he can't tell me? I mean, he should trust me. I'm his 'Girlfriend'.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" Was all I heard, then next thing you know John is covering his nose.

I stand frozen, wide eyed unsure of what to do.

John punches Daniel in the jaw.

That aggrivates Daniel so much, Daniel starts punching the life out of John. John looks weak, like he can't really fight back. Daniel throws one last punch to John.

And he falls to the floor.

"You idiot, she's mine." Daniel spats at John.

"You have Tiffany, leave her alone." John fights back.

I grit my teeth, there is no way these boys are fighting over me. Especially the fact that Daniel had the nerve to ruin my date, MY precious date.

With the guy I had zero feelings for...

"Tiffany can go fuck herself, I don't care about her. I care about her." Daniel looks at me.

"Shut the fuck up and cut the crap Daniel! Stop acting like you care so much about me! You're just acting." My last words were weak. In fact, I feel weak. Too weak.

So I run, I run as far away as I can. I manage to find another park, and I sit on one of the benches.

Did Daniel actually care about me?

'Yes' a voice in my head told me.

I feel my heart raise at that.

I just felt so different around Daniel, I felt different every time I kissed him, and touched him.

I feel a wet spot on the top of my head, and I look up, noticing that it's about to start raining.

Still, I sit there with my hands on my lap, looking in front of me, I was stupid for throwing off my jacket while I was running.

I bring my knees to my chin, and hug my legs with my pale cold arms.

I watch as it rains, harder, and harder and the sky starts to darken, letting me notice the moon is rising and the night is coming.

I have been sitting here for atleast an hour or two, but I don't care. I guess I just needed a brake from everything; and everyone.

I look down at my dress, which is soaken wet, my phone was in my jacket. What am I suppose to do now? I don't recognize this part of town. I lost my phone.