The Trap
David couldn’t decide how long he should keep kissing her. It felt nice, but his back was starting to feel sore from bending down to where she was on the bed. He finally pulled away and they smiled at each other.
“Well, I better go now,” he said, and walked out of her room and towards Bella’s house.
What could she want? he thought.
I mean, she wasn’t so anxious to talk to me in school today. The way she acted today made it sound like we were done.
He continued to walk, lost in his thoughts, wondering what Bella could want. He stopped in front of Bella’s house and looked up to her bedroom window. Then, he narrowed his eyes trying to see what was going on.
Is that a couple making out? It is! Who is it? Wait, the blinds just flew open. What! It’s Bella and Michael!
He shook with rage, but that was the last thing he would do for awhile, as a board was raised behind him and was hit across the back of his head.
“Sorry, mate,” the attacker said, as David fell, unconcious, to the ground.