I turned to look at Daniel in utter surprise. He chuckled as the car slowed to a halt. Was he really going to teach me to drive right now? Right on the highway?! Daniel unbuckled his seatbelt but left the engine on. "What the heck are you doing?!" I yelled. Was he okay? Had he drunk anything today? "Getting down so we can switch seats." He simply replied, with his cool, sexy voice as if everything was okay. Everything was not okay! "You can't let me..." He was already out of the vehicle, slamming the door shut. In a moment, he appeared at my side of the car and opened the door. Was he actually serious? He was actually going through with this? Was he? "Come on, come out." He said, opening the door wider but I refused to get off the car. I was not ready to die now. "Daniel, what are you doing?!" I yelled again, as some cars sped by us noisi

"Wait, popcorn? What do you need that for?" I asked, amused at his request.  "No, not me. You. You'll need the popcorn." He answered. "Me? Why? Its not like we're about to watch a movie or some- wait, it's because of what you're about to tell me, right?" I asked him.  "Yep." He said, popping the P. "O...Kay well I don't have popcorn. Will you just tell me already?" I asked, curiosity already eating me up. Why did I even need popcorn to listen to his story? Daniel is just too funny sometimes. "You sure you don't want popcorn? It really adds to the - " "Come on, I don't. Tell me now." I demanded. "Okay," he cleared his throat and left his sofa, joining me on mine. He faced me and began saying his  story, "so I, myself moved here around five years ago. Then this house hadn't even been constructed yet, only my house over there,

"For three? Wait, you want to- "  "Yes, I want to eat some bacon, how hard is that to understand?!" She shot at me, earning herself a frown-y glare. "O...kay, no need for the yelling," Daniel turned around and waved the spoon in his hand in the space between Ashley and I, "and the glaring." He said, looking at me. I shook my head, and waved Ashley off. She went to Daniel and put her arms around him, pressing her chest on his back. She could touch him for all I cared, but yelling at me was not part of the options she had to choose from the list of things that she could and couldn't do, in my own house. "Uh, I'm cooking Ashley, get off me." Daniel said, trying to wiggle her off his back but she still held on tight. I stood there and just watched. "Why? You smell so nice." She cooed. It made me want to puke, how she talked. "Ugh, seriously I need you to get off me, I'm going to

After about thirty minutes of driving in absolute silence, we finally got to the mall, and, fortunately, we still had another thirty minutes to spare at the mall before they closed the place. As we got out of the car, I made sure to pick all my belongings, especially my phone, I couldn't afford to forget it the second time. Daniel looked at me and took his hand out of his pocket, sliding it in mine as we walked into the mall. Something in my heart fluttered. I was holding hands with Daniel. "Don't hold my hand," I said as I tried to remove my fingers from his hand but he gripped my hand tighter. "No," he simply said as we walked deeper into the building, nearing the escalator. "Leave me," I protested, wiggling my fingers from his grasp. He sighed and finally let me go. I felt a little bad for myself, and him because as much as I wanted to hold hands with him, it just wasn't proper. I was pregnant and

Daniel's POV. I gripped my right leg as unimaginable pain shot up my leg, causing me to yell in pain. I glanced down at my shot leg. My trousers were now wet with thick blood, dripping from the bullet wound. Everywhere was wet with blood. I could hardly focus on anything as a new surge of pain crept up my leg. I looked around. Everywhere was dark and creepy. No one was going to save me. I was hopeless. I was just going to die here. I could feel my sight getting all blurry. There was nothing I could do without yelling from the pain in my leg, I wanted to crawl up to the car and manage to drive to any nearby hospital but the idea soon dissolved in my head as I felt myself losing focus. I felt suddenly tired and yearned to lie my head on the ground as one yearned for water when thirsty. I didn't want to die. I couldn't die now, I just couldn't. But I was losing so much blood. I glanced down at my leg, blinking away the tears that had accumulated at my eyelids to se