Don't Touch Me. [ON HOLD]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ - ᴘɪʟʟᴏᴡ

SO MUCH FOR not falling asleep.

I'm still alive, though, so whatever.

I shuffled around, hugging my pillow tighter.

"Is she awake?"

"Um. Dunno."

"Aww, is Anushka blushing?"

"Shut the fuck up, Nick."

I rubbed my face against my pillow. Who are these people? And why is my pillow so hard?

...

My eyes flew open, and I shoved my 'pillow' away, falling in the process.

Oh my god. Oh my god.

Keeping vomit down has never felt so hard. I was shaking so bad.

I was laying against a boy's chest, sitting in his lap, and hugging him. Not to mention, I was now in a car instead of a plane. What a change of scenery.

Now I was stuck in the space in between the car seat and the seat in front of it, with two boys looking down at me in surprise, and one driving the car.

Not to mention I was shaking like crazy, about to spill my guts.

"Is she awake?" Said the one in the driver's seat, sounding like it was the millionth time he'd been made to ask. He had light brown hair, and from what I could see, light blue eyes.

"What do you think, dumbass?" Said one of them, motioning to me with his hand while he stared at the driver. He had curly, platinum blond hair, and dark blue eyes. He sat directly behind the first guy, in the leftmost seat of the car.

The third one just stared at me in surprise, not saying anything. He had dirty blond hair, similar to mine, and gray-blue eyes. His arms were up in a sort of, "not my fault" gesture.

I glanced at each of them while I slowly got up, dazed, the back one hand covering my mouth. Who are they? Why am I in a car instead of a plane? And most importantly, why the fuck was I on that guy's lap?

I sat down in the middle seat, still recuperating from the way I woke up. The two boys stared at me as I sat down, while the driver stole glances through the mirror. I laid my head in my hands for a moment to recollect myself.

I think I know the answer to all my questions. Except for the last one, actually.

"Are you guys my brothers?" I finally asked, trying to ease my nausea. I sounded way more pitiful than I intended.

"Yes. We are. It's nice to see you again, Anastasia." The driver stated after the two younger boys didn't say anything. I could almost feel their eyes drilling into me. Taking a deep breath, I finally raised my head, smiling.

I was so not ready for this.

"I don't think we've ever met before, but it's nice to meet you too. And my name isn't Anastasia, it's Ana." I corrected. The accidental aggressiveness really started to settle in now. Dimitri had tensed up while the curly-headed boy laughed a bit.

Ugh, I shouldn't have tried to sound so fake.

"Bro, are you sure we picked up the right girl? She doesn't even know her name." He joked, leaning forward and poking the driver in the arm. The boy to my right, the one I had been sleeping on, suddenly spoke up, sounding upset.

"Your full name is Anastasia Vadimovna Azarova, Ana is just a nickname." He muttered, looking out the window. For some reason he looked kind of... dejected?