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Chapter Seven

Daniels POV

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[A/N]

Did I surprise yall??? :))

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"Are you going to the Halloween dance?" Kasey rushed to ask me as soon as I stepped foot in history class.

I hate school dances, a lot. They're stupid and pointless ways for the school to make money. Seriously, who invented school dances? They need to be slapped.

I haven't been to a dance since my freshman year when my mother insisted on me going because "You need to get the whole high school experience, Daniel!" Nothing eventful really happened; there was horrible school appropriate music, girls grinding on guys, and teachers standing around the gym.

Tons of girls danced with me, and I enjoyed the hell out of it. Being 15, you're gonna enjoy it. I lost my virginity that night too, but other than that, nothing happened.

Kasey asked the question again, flipping her blonde hair off her shoulders showing off her low v-neck. She must really love this shirt because she wears it every time she talks to me. Her boobs aren't much to flaunt so I don't know why she's trying so hard. Kasey is hot, no doubt. Her blue eyes and blonde hair, face of a super model. Perfection to most people, but to me she's nothing.

I'm not downplaying her beauty, Kasey just isn't as attractive as someone else. Who is that someone else?

"Move it pendejo." A melodic voice orders from behind me. My face lights up and a smile forms.

Nida Vargas: probably the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my whole life. She's so different, from any girl I've talked to or been interested in them before. Nida is the type of girl to think about everyone before herself and still manage to do it without a single complaint. She's the type that hates attention and still attracts a lot of it because of her smile. I know she doesn't see how amazing she is, but I do.

Trust me, I do.

I step around Kasey after declining my attendance at the school dance, causing her to glare at Nida, and walk to our desk. Nida takes a seat shortly after and throws a flash drive on the table.

"Our project." She huffs and puts her head on the desk. Here comes the guilt again. Why does she have to be so diligent? I made her do this entire project by herself and I'm going to get just as many points as she is. Nida wears herself out trying to get good grades and I don't do shit.

She's so amazing. She's too good for me. I need to make it up to her.

Placing my hand on her back, I shake her slightly. Nida groans in response and her black hair falls onto my hand. Wow, it's so soft. Her being is so intoxicating. I make my hand run up and down her back and have to urge myself not to do anything more. I want to be with her so badly yet I don't know if she wants the same. More than this friendship.

I mean, the whole thing at the mall was confusing to say the least. It took every nerve in my body not to kiss her breathless in both the food court and the fitting room. Having feelings for someone is hard. I've never felt like this for anyone before. There's a first time for everything and she's mine.

"So what do I owe you for doing this project alone?" Nida shrugs her shoulders but keeps her head down. Come on, let me hear your voice. Let me see your gorgeous face. "Let me make it up to you."

She turns her head to look at me and my heart jumps. Her dark eyes, long lashes, full lips. Good God help me.

"I don't want anything, it's good." Nida said barely louder than a whisper. I bite my lip in thought. What am I supposed to get for her? Or do? She's deserves something for all this work.