Jake
“I do.” Her words echoed through the night. She will do it. She was looking up, staring at me expectantly, wanting a reply. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and stared back at her. She was shorter than me. Small. I towered over her with my 6'1" (1.85 meters) height. I reached over to her face and put the strand of her hair behind her ears. She swatted my hand away.
“Stop touching me. I may agree to your drama but don't think I will put up with your behavior.” She said. I put my hand back in my pocket. Then I fixed her with a stare.
“I have a party tomorrow in my house. Be ready and be presentable. My father's going to be there. You need to look convincing.” I said and started to leave.
“What? What party?” Her voice held panic. It made a question pop into my head. I turned to he
