@Wordstitionary: how are 11-year-olds in relationships and kissing and stuff when I can't even order something at McDonald without stuttering
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*Jake's POV*
As soon as the drink set in, I threw away my own cup that had blood to quickly grab my beloved before she could fall and gently carried her in my arms.
I knew she would be mad with me for drugging her but I had to do it. I could not let her go home to her house because her life could no longer be normal. I was sure that by now, my enemies now knew who she was and were now after her. Her life was now in ultimate danger and I was willing to do whatever it takes to keep her safe.
After all, even if I had explained to her and told her she could not go home, I’m sure she would have thought I was out of my
