Tanum must’ve been insane! No way in hell was I gonna spend more time with his big sister, she was like Barbie with red hair!

‘NO,” I said staring him down.

“I thought you’d say that,” Tanum laughed.”Meet  Enrique, Jesse, He’s our new guitar player.”

Five seconds later a guy who looked like some greek god or something got out of Tanum’s car, but I wasn’t impressed. He was wearing a ripped button down shirt and a vest. Bootcut jeans with a chain connected the back loop to his pocket and his hair was black with one silver streak in the middle. He smiled at me and I seemed to be lost of the ability to talk until he walked up to me.

“I’m Enrique, I didnt catch your name, Miss,” He smiled charmingly.

“I didn’t throw it,” I said painfully trying not to show any sign of emotion.

“Tanum tells me lots about you, you are as beautiful as he says. Infact, My girlfriend Julia isn’t as pretty as you are,” Enrique laughed in that incredible accent.

“Well, nice to meet you, Enrique,” I said sarcastically. “And Tanum, get off my property or I’ll march right upstairs and tell my Dad what you did last year at band camp.” Tanum smiled weakly then threw the keys to Enrique. Enrique smiled at me and gave a small wink. He passed me a piece of paper that sure enough had his number on it.

“I wont need it,” I said giving it back to him.”I’d like to keep my innocence.”

“Oh, Well, I’ll talk to you later,” Enrique winked.

Then they left and all I could do was go into my house and take a long bath organizing my thoughts.

TOO BE CONTINUED…

When I woke up I was in Tanum’s house sitting on the couch. Tanum was watching me closely and he dabbed me with a wet wash cloth. I closed my eyes thinking about what happened earlier but it wouldn’t come to me.

“He didn’t send it?” I wheezed.

“Well, he did. When you passed out he took my phone and sent it to all of his contacts. But he only sent it to like three people before I knocked his lights out, then the cops came.” Tanum smiled.

“Who did he send it to?” I asked alarmed.

“Joan from Art class, Payton Gale from football practice and…Cotte Smith from…The chess club who’s mother is an Administrator.” Tanum said softly.

“That’s Bad so-so-so bad! They’re the biggest blabber mouths the schools ever had!!! I’m dead Oh, I’m so dead,” I said sitting up too fast.

“Maybe it’s not a bad thing that they know!” Tanum