I found that I had run around the park, trying to get away from whoever had my arm.
"Get off me!" I screamed.
"Lamai!" the guy shouted, "It's me, Dan! In your Chemistry class?" I froze. I knew Dan. He wouldn't hurt a fly. "I was calling your name, but you didn't hear me," he continued, "Sorry if I scared you," he let go of my arm and took a step back. I immediately calmed down.
"You were calling my name?"
"Yeah, I saw you walking around and I..."
"You..."
"I was wondering what you were doing because you're always with Mila and Sheelin, but neither of them are here," he said and blushed. I bit my lip so he couldn't see my smile. Dan Trocado was the opposite of what girls usually found attractive. Don't get me wrong, he was good looking. In fact, he was one of the hottest guys of whatever a clique is for guys. On a scale of zero to ten for tan-ness, with ten as godly tan and zero as pasty white, he was a six. His hair was golden and his eyes were to die for; brown with golden flecks sprinkled near the rim. Even though he was attractive, he was quiet and shy until you got to know him. Most girls don't like shy guys, but I loved them. To me, it meant that they would listen and actually consider what I had to say.
"Well, I'm here because...because...." I started, but I couldn't feel anything. My head started spinning and I fell into darkness.
"Where... where am I?" I muttered. I lifted my head and the whole world swum. Dark blended with light creating weird orange-blue colors. A cool hand gently kept me from moving.
"Lay down, you fainted and I don't want that to happen again," Dan said.
I smiled and asked, "Where am I?"
"We're still at the park," he said, "It's dusk, but I'm not really sure what time it is,"
I jolted up, "I need to go home,"
"You're in no condition to walk home,"
"I need to go home, now,"
"At least let me walk you home," he said. He sure was stubborn, but we were about twenty minutes away from my house and I didn't want to risk it.
"Fine," I said. We headed off towards my house.
After an awkward moment of silence, he asked the question I had been dreading; why had I fainted? I told him that I didn't know, but I did.
"I know you know why; I can see it in your eyes," he persisted.
"Well," I began, "Can I trust you?
"Yes,"
"Get off me!" I screamed.
"Lamai!" the guy shouted, "It's me, Dan! In your Chemistry class?" I froze. I knew Dan. He wouldn't hurt a fly. "I was calling your name, but you didn't hear me," he continued, "Sorry if I scared you," he let go of my arm and took a step back. I immediately calmed down.
"You were calling my name?"
"Yeah, I saw you walking around and I..."
"You..."
"I was wondering what you were doing because you're always with Mila and Sheelin, but neither of them are here," he said and blushed. I bit my lip so he couldn't see my smile. Dan Trocado was the opposite of what girls usually found attractive. Don't get me wrong, he was good looking. In fact, he was one of the hottest guys of whatever a clique is for guys. On a scale of zero to ten for tan-ness, with ten as godly tan and zero as pasty white, he was a six. His hair was golden and his eyes were to die for; brown with golden flecks sprinkled near the rim. Even though he was attractive, he was quiet and shy until you got to know him. Most girls don't like shy guys, but I loved them. To me, it meant that they would listen and actually consider what I had to say.
"Well, I'm here because...because...." I started, but I couldn't feel anything. My head started spinning and I fell into darkness.
"Where... where am I?" I muttered. I lifted my head and the whole world swum. Dark blended with light creating weird orange-blue colors. A cool hand gently kept me from moving.
"Lay down, you fainted and I don't want that to happen again," Dan said.
I smiled and asked, "Where am I?"
"We're still at the park," he said, "It's dusk, but I'm not really sure what time it is,"
I jolted up, "I need to go home,"
"You're in no condition to walk home,"
"I need to go home, now,"
"At least let me walk you home," he said. He sure was stubborn, but we were about twenty minutes away from my house and I didn't want to risk it.
"Fine," I said. We headed off towards my house.
After an awkward moment of silence, he asked the question I had been dreading; why had I fainted? I told him that I didn't know, but I did.
"I know you know why; I can see it in your eyes," he persisted.
"Well," I began, "Can I trust you?
"Yes,"
