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This storyline somehow found its way into my head Labor Day weekend and kinda weirded me out a little bit being about a guy I'm trying not to like (if that makes sense). So here's what i have so far, comment your opinions on it. Enjoy!


I was at my locker getting my stuff organized, and I thought I heard someone call my name. I look down the row, and noticing Daniel talking with someone, so I go back to my business. When I finished and began to walk away, I hear my name again. I turned around a little fast, tripped over my feet and fell backwards.

It was like slow motion as I went down and hit my head on the concrete - very hard. People started gathering around including Daniel as I blacked out. A strange sensation comes over me, like I’m being pulled from my body and placed in a new one. I hear someone’s voice calling out; I can eventually hear my name being called. I hear it slowly at first, then slowly getting clearer.

“Angela…Angela…Angela?”

I feel my eyes slowly open and began to focus, but closed again at the pain at the back of my head. I can hear voices of people around me, one being louder, closer and more commanding saying, “Back up everyone, get back! Give her some air!”

My eyes focus slowly and there’s a face close to mine, looking at me in concern. I then realized the face was familiar. It was Daniel. He held my wrist in his hands checking my pulse, and looking at me with such worry – very uncharacteristic of him.

“Are you ok?” he said with great concern. “I’m fine, but what about you?” I replied, groaning as I tried to sit up, “What are you doing?”

“I’m helping you, what do you think?” he said, “I heard a loud ‘thunk’ on the ground and I felt my blood run cold.” He offered me his hand to help me up.

“Don’t flatter yourself, trying to act like you care”, I said standing up, and almost falling again.

“Whoa, easy there”, he said. He caught with his arm, which I batted away after righting myself.

“Dude, I’m fine. You can leave me alone, now”, I said. I tried to walk as straight as I could out of the locker pod, my head throbbing as I squinted in the sunlight. I felt a little woozy and began to sway a bit.

“Whoa, careful”, he said, taking my arm by the elbow. “You need to go to the nurse,” he said. He put my arm around his neck and putting his arm around my waist to hold me up and steered me towards the nurses’ office.

“Will you stop it?!” I loudly protested, taking back my arm and shaking him off of me, “I think you need a psychiatrist ‘cause you’re acting weird…” But just as I was talking, my legs began to give out and my head rolled back.
I felt strangely numb, not cold, but limp. I could feel myself almost lose consciousness again as my vision blurred and my eyes closed. A sudden warmth engulfed me and I felt my feet leave the ground. I looked up and saw him again, only from below his face. I realized then he had picked me up as I fell before hitting the ground, and was now walking towards the nurses’ office.

“Now will you go to the nurse?” he said jokingly as he looked down meeting my gaze. I saw that he did genuinely look concerned about me. So I just sighed in defeat.

“Ok,” my voice was small and slightly muffled by his chest where my head was, “It seems I have no choice in the matter.”

He smiled and proceeded to take me to the nurse. He made sure not to jostle me too much as the door was opened and brought me in. Mrs. Juarez led him to the back and he carefully laid me down on a bed as she instructed. He gingerly placed my head on the pillow and went to sit on a near-by chair. She set to work getting my vitals, asking what happened, and seeing if I had a concussion.

I was very tired from trying to walk and the blankets felt so nice, that after she finished her work, I closed my eyes for a bit. But as I tried to rest, I could feel someone watching me and it felt weird so I opened my eyes to find who it was. It was Daniel- again.

“Hey,” he said. Daniel pulled up his chair next to me and took my hand in his. It felt cold between his hands and he tried to warm it up.

"Come on, Daniel," I said as I snapped my hand back, "You can quit your little charade now, no one's around."

He looked a little hurt when I moved my hand and at what I said. His look softened and left his hand on the blanket.

"I just wanted to make sure my girl was ok," he said gently, "that's all."

I couldn't speak though my jaw hung open. "Did he say 'my girl'? Meaning me?"

He then stood up saying, "Well, I'll let you rest now, ok?" He started to walk out of the room and I gave in to the sore exhaustion. As I went to sleep, I heard him softly say before he left:

"I love you, Angela. Feel better." I felt him touch my hand, then go...