"Don't do this to me, don't do this to either of us," I beg him.
"Why not?"
"Emma, I got the milk," shouts Wesley. Welsey? Oh crap.
Both Wesley and Daniel's eyes meet for a second before they both look at me for an explanation.
I falter "Wess, Daniel, you have met each other."
"What the flip is he doing here?" Wesley's voice angry voice echos throughout the room "Just get out," he adds.
"This isn't your house, let the lady decide," retorts Daniel.
Both boys have moved to the center of the room, and before I can scream Wesley's arm swings forward at Daniel.
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How I Became A Socialite
Teen FictionUPDATED AND REVISED - September 17th, 2013. "Daniel and I grew up in completely different worlds. I had grown up with a widowed mother who had recently died, and he had grown up with a family of great wealth." A young girl. A mystery. The perils of...
