It was obviously styled for a young lady. Nonchalantly, Daniel picked it up and dropped it in his pocket.As Daniel got off the bus at what appeared to...be his correct stop. The driver handed him a transfer."Our last run is at 11:00, miss," the driver said, before closing the doors and driving off."Miss!!" Daniel blurted out. Daniel thought was even more odd that the bus driver had stated the last run was at 11:00, which was 15 minutes after he normally got off. As Daniel eyeballed the walk ahead. She would often rub them against me as we sat at a Cafeteria table studying for Biology. You know the move, when they lean over to see something and rub their boobs against your arm. She worked a work study job in the library. I would often visit her and chat, but I never made a move because she had a boyfriend. One night a mutual friend Jen had a party. I was a little late because I had to work before heading over. When I got there I mingled a bit and when I saw Jen I asked her where Kathy was. " What the fuck do you mean?"Buttercup gazed into Tracey's face and frowned. "This is a war zone. People get killed. We could get killed. We've got to get out of here!"Tracey nodded, and followed Buttercup as she ran ahead through the thick wood. They heard more explosions in the distance. More roaring jets. And a sound which Tracey identified as gun fire, but not gun fire like in the vids, but uncoordinated spasms of it from unidentifiable directions. Sometimes a short spark, sometimes a loud. I've never slept with a guy over night before. I want to though, I really want to with Nicolas. Lying in bed that night on the phone with him, he can tell something is off and asks me about it. I can’t help but get nervous once again. “Kyra, what’s up tonight, you aren't being yourself. Talk to me, baby girl,” his voice is soft, which I know means he is tired. “I just, well, my parents are going out of town this weekend. I know that we’ve never, um, well spent the night so a weekend is a.