Derek's point of view:I leaned on my motorbike, laughing and chattering with my friends. We were in the parking lot, just hanging out after school. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, and we were all in a good mood.I have to admit, I was pretty popular at school. My friends were all cool, and we were always invited to the best parties. People always wanted to be around us, and I loved it.One of my friends, Mike, was organizing a party on his father's yacht. He invited me along, saying there would be lots of girls there. I was interested, but I had second thoughts. It was going to be an all-nighter, and I couldn't imagine leaving Ronnie all by herself at home.Besides, I still had plans on taking Ronnie out for the movies. It was just going to be a harmless date, but I didn't want to disappoint her.Suddenly, I saw Meg. She was standing a little further ahead, beckoning to me. I excused myself from my friends and went over to her.I understood why she didn't come any

Ronnie's point of view:I remember the day vividly, I was just eight years old and walking home from school when four boys started to follow me. They were bigger and stronger than me, and I knew immediately that they were going to bully me.The biggest boy amongst them, whose name I can't even remember, seized my Barbie doll from me and taunted me. I was so frightened that I backed away like a trapped rabbit in the corner.I whimpered, "Give it back," but they just laughed at me. The biggest boy started ripping off the hair off my Barbie doll.I shed tears watching them destroy my doll, and I tried to reach out for it, but the other three boys hit me.I shouted for help, but we were at the back of the kiddies playing ground, and the teachers weren't in sight. It was just me and my bullies.I was almost giving up when someone came to my rescue. He yelled, charging after the biggest boy with his raised fist.Little Derek hit the biggest boy down between his legs. The boy knocked h

Derek's point of view:I revved my motorbike as I pulled up in front of Meg's house. It was a modest bungalow with a white picket fence and a well-manicured lawn. I pulled off my helmet and shook my hair loose in the air, feeling the wind blowing against my face. I saw Meg's figure poking through the window, waving and smiling at me. "You came," she said, looking happy like a kid on Christmas. "Hold up. I'm heading down right now." I made a tch sound. I wasn't thrilled to be here, but I had to do it. I owed her this date. I waited as she opened the door. Meg wore a pair of denim shorts and a white crop top, with no bra. Her light makeup elevated her pretty face, and she looked good enough to eat. She pressed a button, and the garage door opened automatically. "You can keep your bike in here. It's safer inside." I drove my bike into the garage and parked it. As I came out, Meg was standing in front of me, and the sexual tension between us was palpable. She curved her lips a

Derek's point of view:How the hell did it come to this? I asked myself, as I lay under Meg's bed, listening to the soft sounds from above. The situation was getting out of hand, and I knew I had to act fast."They're sleeping," I said to myself, thinking this was my chance. But then a hand fell from the bed, creeping towards me, and I stiffened. Suddenly, I heard Meg's voice, and I breathed a sigh of relief."She's sleeping," Meg said in low whispers, and the tension in the room dissipated. The thunderstorm had stopped, and a sense of calm had returned to the room.Slowly, I got out from under the bed and stood up, taking in the scene before me. Meg was lying on the bed with Ronnie's head resting on her chest. Ronnie looked calm and quiet, fast asleep and wouldn't be awake until morning.I watched as Meg carefully held Ronnie's head in place as she slipped out of the bed. She stood before me and motioned me to follow her out of the room.I took one long last look at Ronnie, th

Ronnie's point of view:As I opened my eyes, I saw him standing there, his golden long hair falling over his forehead, the small goatee adding a bit of edginess to his chiseled jawline. But it was his piercing golden eyes that caught my attention, reminding me of Golden boy, the school bully who had made my life a living hell for the past few months. I lay there on the beach sand, staring up at him in disbelief. Golden boy had just rescued me from drowning, and now he was hovering over me, his eyes filled with interest. The crowd around us breathed a collective sigh of relief, and I could sense the mood shift from panic to gratitude. Golden boy ran his hand through my cheek, caressing it gently as he stared at me with those intense golden eyes. My heart raced as I realized that I had just been saved by my bully. And to make matters worse, he had performed mouth-to-mouth resuscitation on me, leaving my face red and embarrassed. Golden boy stood up, his hands on his hips, as he