~15-Who Is Jamie Johnson??~

"Well, tell us all about it" says Beth while Brit stares, both of their eyes wide with excitement.

"Why are you guys so amused? It went badly, the guy was an a*s and you're never making me do that again" I mutter, wanting to frown but I can't keep this  I'm not hella mad at you guys right now" 

Beth rolls her eyes "So you regret going?"

"Yes" I answer too quickly to be believed.

I actually don't regret going-I mean, I hated the date, that arrogant d**k who was going to drug me and basically the whole night, except the part where Jamie arrived.

Let's take a trip back in time, shall we?

Flashback

"How about we do something else?" I ask, breaking the silence.

"Like what?" 

"I don't know" I shrug "You've lived here longer, what would you recommend?"

"Are you looking forward to a quiet dinner in a fancy restaurant?" He asks, the sides of his lips turned up in a smile.

"That sounds boring" I frown

"Thought so" he smirks and steps on the gas

"So, where are we going?" I ask quietly in curiosity.

"It's a surprise" he says in an equally quiet tone.

"Okay"  I sit back and relax because quite frankly I feel so safe and secure when he's around. I don't know why but he just gives me a sense of  calmness.

Minutes later, we arrive somewhere in the woods.

The car comes to a glorious stop and in a moment, he's out the door and holding  the door by my side as I take gracious, lady-like steps out.

I mutter a quick 'thank you' to which he just nods

It actually feels good to be treated like a girl.

"Where are we?" I ask quietly as I take in the view.

It is so beautiful. I'm surrounded with nature. Leaves, Trees, A small, natural pond which I'd love to swim naked in.

I know, it's a very weird thought but- it is all I want right now.

"Danielle" He calls loudly and that's when I realize I zoned out on him.

"Danny"  I say curtly, pursing my lips.

"Come on" He shakes his head  as he waves me over.

We walk for about 5 minutes before we come to a house- a ginormous tree house.

The structure, a big bungalow perched high in a cedar tree with a long ladder, cased with wood, just incase you loose balance or miss a step leading all the way up.

"Holy sh*t" I exclaim, mindlessly gawking at the big baby in front of me.

"You like?" I hear rather than see the smile on his face.

"Are you kidding?" I turn to face him with my eyes as wide as fried egg and my brows shot up to the sky "Who wouldn't love this beauty?"

He lets out a small sigh of relief "Wanna check it out?"

"Wait, Jamie. This is yours?" I ask, just to confirm before I ask anything else.

He nods slowly, his eyes accessing me carefully.

"How much did this cost you? I know for a fact that it couldn't have been the normal 25 to 30 thousand dollars for a regular treehouse" My eyes narrow at him.

He's really strange, yeah?

First he shows up in the latest Porsche now he owns a treehouse that-judging from the looks costs averagely 100 000 dollars.

And lets not forget, he showed up mysteriously and who knows how the hell he got my number.

"This...well, I built it myself" He says, with a hint of pride.

Quite frankly, I'm impressed. 

But how? As far as I know, he's the same age with me, how could he have acquired so much skill in the short span of 17 years.

I turn back to stare at the house.

"No freaking way" I mutter, my tone showing my admiration "How did you learn to do this?"

"Uh...my dad" he says smoothly but something tells me he's lying.

I shake off the feeling and just flow with the moment.

Jamie Johnson, you are one talented, beautiful, awesome, amazing and frankly hot teenage guy

"Thank you" he mutters gratefully

"For wha..." I start to ask but stop just as quickly as my brows shoot up, eyes widen and heat rushes to my face.

I realize I said that out loud.

"Uh...we should head up" I mutter quickly, face red as tomato as I avert my gaze and walk quickly toward the ladder.

I blushed- this is probably normal for most girls but not me, I never blush.

Believe me, Beth and I tried so many things(including cases of embarrassment) to make me blush but I'm still, Danny, the girl who's never blushed and tonight, I did.

The thought is overwhelming. Am I becoming more normal? Or is it the Jamie effect Brit told me about?

Whatever it is, I don't think I like it.

"Hey, Danielle, wait up" Jamie calls

"Danny" I respond as I ignore the part about me waiting up and climb up the ladder as fast as I can.

End of Flashback

And that right there is the story of how the best night of my life happened.

Oh and you won't believe this, I actually went Skinny-dipping.

"Oh, Danny, you know and we know that you do not regret leaving this apartment tonight" Beth says knowingly.

"Oh, really?" I fold my arm on my chest.

"We saw who brought you back home, just so you know" Brit smirks.

"Oh, yeah, did I miss the part about me beating up the rich d**k and being stranded in a completely unknown area in the middle of the night? Well, HE saved me and if he didn't, who knows where I'd be right now" I turn this around and try to make them feel guilty.

It works, for the most part.

"We're sorry, Dan" Beth mutters, apologetically.

Brit on the other hand thinks differently as she yells, eyes wide with fright "You beat up Mr. Cumberlake?"

"Yeah, it was pretty easy though, it looked like he's never had any exercise EVER" I say, proud of my combat skills.

"That's my girl" Beth supports.

"No, you guys don't get it, this is Savannah, the place where the wealthy people call the shots. People like the Cumberlakes get to do anything they like and get away with it" she says fully panicking.

"Relax, will you?" I say, in a quiet attempt to calm her down.

"Yeah, there's no proof" Beth supports.

"The Cumberlakes don't need proof to do whatever they want to" says Brit.

"Just relax everything's fine and it's gonna stay that way" I say

Where's this confidence coming from?

I honestly have absolutely no idea but it's here and it assures me that everything's perfectly fine- too fine for some rich, rapist, spoiled bratty man-child to get in the way.

"And this is 2021, the year when rich a******s don't get to do whatever they like just because they're rich" Beth says, looking at us in a way that says 'myou guys are so dumb for not realizing this'

"Brit, do you know if Jamie has any extra job...you know, like aside from being a teacher?" I ask because it's strange to have achieved so much as a teenage high school teacher.

"No, as far as I know, he's just a high school teacher" she says thoughtfully.

"Have you seen his car though?" I ask

"Yeah, costs at least 150 000 bucks" Brit confirms.

"It's the latest...." I start but Brit cuts me off

"..Mercedes-Benz, the C-Class, I know"

"Mercedes-Benz?" I blurt out, shocked by this revelation.

"Yeah, isn't that what you meant?" asks Brit with furrowed brows

"It totally was, of course" I lie.

Why am I lying?

I don't know.

But this only means that Jamie owns a Porsche 911 Turbo and a Mercedes-Benz C-Class...both 2021 models, neither of which a common high school teacher should own.

Something strange is going on here and it all boils down to the question 'Who really is Jamie Johnson??'

"Okay, I've got to meet this Jamie dude" Beth whines

"I'll introduce you" Brit offers

They keep saying stuff but the only thing my brain's processing now is one question: WHO IS JAMIE JOHNSON??!