“Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.”– Babe Ruth
Alexandria's pov
Noah and I walked in an awkward silence back the way we came. I can’t believe I let him kiss me. Well, I didn’t let him, it was forced against my will. I should break his neck for that.
Then he’ll kiss me again.
No! That's not what I want. Nope, never again. The night provided an eerie feeling to the silence. I could have sworn I had heard something moving in the bushes but I'm not sure anymore. No sounds of owls hooting, frogs croaking or even the little crickets chirping. There isn’t a single sound.
On a moonless night, where nature’s creatures refused to speak.... something will go wrong.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” someone screamed. I picked on it in an instant.
Noah and I said noth
