I Fell In Love with a Minority!

Don't Do It

"Okay, I need you to go with this man. Don't ask any questions."

Wow, we love a man who takes charge. But still, I don't wanna go with this man. I still nod on the other end of the phone.

"Order as usual. Pac will pay you back for your meal. Then, when you get your food, subtly leave out of the side door. Don't make a scene, you already have all those people watching you and calling the police."

I try my best to not shake, but I nod. I'm not even hungry anymore.

"It'll all make sense soon. Don't mess this up. Bye, Yericela." Michael sternly says before he hangs up. Pac, the limo driver, just got his food and left. People are still watching me, so I don't know how to pull this off! Although it's Michael B. Jordan, I still want to go home! I'm not sure if I'm shaking because I'm starstruck or if it's the adrenaline or just plain fear, but I'm trying to act as normal as possible.

I order couple hot dogs, fries, and a cake shake, but I don't even pay attention to it. I don't have the appetite. Plus, I had dinner plans with Lisa, but of course, something came up.

I get my food and sneak out of the side door. As I begin walking toward the limo, doubts and concern flood my mind.

I'm so nervous!

What would Michael B. Jordan want with me?

Am I doing the right thing, or should I just run?

What do I do about my family and friends? They're going to worry about me!

What about class? I have a discussion post due tonight, and I haven't even read the chapter.

What hasn't LaRese snapped me back?

Did they drug me?

Will they hurt me?

Will I die?

These thoughts and more swarm through my head, but I have to stay focused. I decide to just go the other way. Just before I break into a run, Pac pulls up in the limo, and Michael just texted me.

"Don't do it, Yericela."

***

It's now 1am. We're driving East, and even though I'm so tired, I can't sleep. Pac had to convince me to eat, but I feel like I can throw it up at any moment, especially with us driving at such a fast speed.

"You know, we're going to my old stomping grounds," he chuckles.

I stay silent. How does he expect me to get work done when he keeps trying to talk to me?

I must admit, Pac is trying to make me as comfortable as possible. Seeming to answer one of my questions, he told me that they didn't drug me, but that I passed out. I'm not sure if I believe him, but it helps me process this a bit more. Someone else took Gordon back to BT and is flying out to meet us whenever we get to our destination. He put some gas station snacks back here, and he's been playing the music from my Spotify. Even though he's trying to answer my questions, he's not answering everything, which stressed me out even more.

Michael called about an hour ago to tell me to text my friends and cancel my plans with Lisa for tonight. We were supposed to go on a lil adventure! :( He also told me to email my professors to switch to online and to be as normal as possible. So here I am, in the back of a limo, surrounded by road snacks, trail mix, Bacardi, Fiji water, and Trader Joe's tv dinners on Canvas trying to respond to a discussion post. I can't really focus because the whole All Eyez On Me album is playing, but he turned it down so I can work.

Even without music, I can't focus.

How am I supposed to be normal when I'm being kidnapped?