Chapter 2- "H- how did I get here?"
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I wake up on a large bed in a room adorned with green walls and motorcycle posters. Clothes are strewn across the floor, and there's one window.
Groaning, I recall only getting beat up. I check my phone — 5:30 PM. Wow, I was out for two hours. A text from Dad reads:
Dad: Working late again. There's money in your drawer, and Chelsea will come over for dinner on Friday.
Chelsea is my dad's new girlfriend after Mom was sentenced to life in prison for murdering her jealous rival. At least no one knowns it was my mom.
I get out of bed and open the door, hearing noise from downstairs. As I descend the stairs, I gasp—there are six bad boys in the living room.
Justin, the leader; Kyle, the jock; twins Jordan and Jacob; Luke, the quiet one; and Carlos, the prankster. They all stare at me, especially Jordan, who grins widely.
I stutter, "H-how did I get here?"
Jacob grins, "We kidnapped you." I fake gasp, "Kidnap?"
Justin smirks. Let me describe the guys:
- Justin: curly brown hair, gray-silver eyes.
- Kyle: short dirty blonde hair, light brown eyes.
- Jacob: brown hair, blue-green eyes.
- Jordan: black hair, blue-green eyes.
- Luke: jet-black hair, ocean blue eyes.
- Carlos: dark brown hair, gray cloudy eyes.
I grew annoyed at their silence. Luke hands me my bag. "Thanks. Since I'm not wanted here, I'll leave."
Justin laughs, "No, we're all going to talk. You'll be bored at home."
Sighing, I walk into the expansive living room—just a bit larger than mine. My dad runs a major business, so I live in a mansion with a pool, hot tub, theater room, and game room. I sit on the couch as the boys gather around.
Jordan says, "So, Ana, you look lovely today."
I frown and tap him on the back of his head. Justin chuckles, "Looks like your charm doesn't work on her."
He sighs and texts on his phone while Luke flips through the channels on the TV.
"I really need to go home," I say.
Kyle nods. "You're right, Ana. We'll pick you up at 7:30. By 'we,' I mean Justin. Just give us your address."
"I don't trust you. How do I know you're not bullies who will egg my house?"
Carlos replies, "She has a point, but Ana, we aren’t like that."
I sigh. "Fine, 7:30 AM sharp. Here’s my address."
Luke's eyes widen. "You live in that neighborhood? Do you know Mr. Alvin Montez?"
Few know he's my dad. My mom registered me.
I smirk. "Yeah, I know him," not mentioning he's my father because I don’t trust them.
Jordan comments, "I bet his daughter is pretty, though I didn't see her on the news three years ago when her mom got arrested."
I sigh, wishing they knew the truth.
"Anyway, I want to know whose house this is," I say.
"This is mine," Justin replies. "Let me drop you home, Ana." I relent, planning to get dropped two houses down and walk the rest.
"This is me. Thanks for the ride and for whoever rescued me earlier," I say as he pulls up.
"No problem. Tomorrow evening, we’re going shopping for new clothes."
What?!
"I’m not going to any party on Friday, so I won't be doing that."
"Then Saturday. See you tomorrow, Ana."
"Yeah, later, bad boy," I smirk as I left.
I wait until he’s out of sight, then walked to my house. After unlocking the front door, I step inside.
I reheated a burger from yesterday, ate it, then showered and changed into sweatpants and a T-shirt. Sitting on my large bed, I turn on my flat-screen TV and browse Netflix.
I choose an action movie, "Suicide Squad," and grab popcorn and soda, then lay back on my bed.
After that movie, I watch "White House Down" with Jamie Foxx and Channing Tatum. By the end, it was past eleven. My dad's car pulls into the driveway just as I drift into sleep. What a day.
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