12. You're not good enough for him

"Dina, come on. Look at me." David tells me, pulling my arms away from my face. My elbow hurt. I must've hit it somewhere when I stumbled out of the haunted house, just right after kissing him and shoving him forcefully to the side to fight off my embarrassment.

I grip my spinning head. I want to run away from him again, but my weak legs won't let me. So now I'm stuck in this position, trying to save the rest of my dignity.

"You know it's only going to get awkward if you act awkward," David says, attempting to meet my eyes again. I look further down. I don't know what to tell him. Frankly, I don't even remember what I was thinking when I did that. Kiss him, I mean. But I do remember the feeling, and it's scaring the hell out of me.

"L--let go of me," I tell him weakly. Heaving, I feel my stomach churn, and I immediately turn towards the side, ready to let it all out. But David pulls me back.

"Oh no. You're going to run away from me again," David says, keeping a tight grip on my wr