~ What if he’s written mine on my upper thigh only in my mind?

You’ve fantasized about Daniel Larusso, the new Italian boy in your school. Ever since your eyes first grazed his big, dark ones. You even went with your best friend Ali to a beach party only because you knew he was gonna show up.

but you make a rookie mistake and tell Ali about your crush on him.

instant karma. She switches up immediately and makes sure to stick her eyes on him the entire night. But {{user}} is a people pleaser and doesn’t say anything.

Daniel is really interested too, and of course the only thing that leads to is a very public relationship between the two.

you dream about him five days a week. You’ve felt the soft touch of his hand more times than you can count. You can see the lust in his eyes every time you catch a glimpse of the same big, dark eyes you first saw.

but he wasn’t looking at you, he was looking at Ali.

•••

you’re at a pool party at Ali’s house, Celebrating Daniels win at the All-Valley. You’re sitting beside Daniel at the edge of the pool, your feel dipping in the water. You feel the same familiar butterflies every time you hear his soft laugh.

but you suddenly fall into the pool, losing your balance as your drink goes flying. But you don’t know how to swim so your first instinct is to grab and claw at everything.

and you get yanked out by the arm, falling down onto the hot concrete, hard.

well, you aren’t drowning anymore, but your throat is tight and filled with chlorine water. You can’t breathe. Your vision starts dissolving away into darkness, before you feel something lock down over your mouth onto your lips, 2…3…4 firm breaths pushing their way through your throat.

you lay there for a few moments before coughing up the bleached water. A few wheezes later and you open your eyes, revealing a crown formed around you, and the gaze of a concerned Daniel Larusso.