Kidnapped Two

A date with the ginger

Note: Before you start reading I wanna give a shoutout to zayn malik since he's twenty today! Even tho he'll never see this....our little bradford bad boi is growing up:'(

"I'm just upset that we didn't get any pillows," Liam said, sighing.

"Shut up," I spat, throwing a rock-hard pillowish thing at his head, which he caught gracefully. "Least you don't have to go on a date with him."

"She's got a point," Marisa said. Her and Liam were sprawled across the bed, Liam's head on a rock pillow and Marisas head on his chest. They were perfect. Like really though.

I noticed that Harry wasn't saying anything. He was clearly still pissed about the whole Clay situation, and we hadn't really had a real conversation since I'd slapped him on the plane.

A knock on the door. Marisa jumped up and squealed. "Kayla, your dates here!" Earing her a glare from me and a chuckled from her boyfriend. Another knock, and when no one got up to answer the door Marisa sighed and did it herself.

"Sup ginger?" I heard her say.

"Where's Kayla?"

"Well hello to you too," she said, but let him inside. He actually looked kind of cute, in a weird Jean like way. His flaming red hair was lose like usual, but it looked like he'd washed it and maybe even brushed it too. He was in jeans and a white t-shirt, but he didn't have any blood, dirt, or any other substance on him, so I assumed that he had taken the time to shower.

"You ready?" he asked me, a cocky smirk plasterled on his face.

"I suppose," I answered, standing up from the door. Jean held open the door of the cabin for me, waiting for me to leave. I shot one look over my shoulder, saw Harry sitting in a corner looking at his hands, Liam and Marisa cuddled up again, Marisa smirking.

I stepped out of the room and Jean closed the door. "So." he said. "We're gonna have dinner."

My eyed brightened. "Like, real food?"

"Yes, like real food," he answered, still smirking. "C'mon."

I followed him down a hallway and into another room. It looked waaaay cleaner than the room we were sleeping in, and there was a table in the center with a white table cloth covering it. Two plates were set up on each side of the table with silverware and all that chaz, and the lights were noticalbly slightly dimmed.

Get this: Jean actually walked over to a side of the table, pulled a chair out, and waited for me to sit down. 

I raised my eyebrows but did. He sauntered over to the other side of the table and sat down himself. "Food's coming soon," he told me.

"Okay."

"So are y-"

"Okay, I'm confused," I said, cutting off whatever he was about to say. "One minute you're threatening to kill me, then you're kissing me in front of my boyfriend, then you're locking me in a room with nothing but lays and rocks, and then you do this acting like we met each other at the movies one night and you just randomly asked me out, not like you kidnapped me. I don't get it."

Jean shifted. "I never really threatened to kill you."

"That's a lie and you know it."

He shrugged, not answering.

"And you hit me! Several times. And sold me to a boy who almost raped me."

"That was a long time ago," he said.

"Still!"

"I havn't really threatened to kill you in a while, Kayla."

"Just like a week ago you had guns pointed at me, the Rays, and Marisa, Harry, and Liam."

"Yeah, but when you stepped into the middle of it all I ordered them all to leave! And back in the cloning room, when you somehow managed to get yourself lost in some random part of the factory, Brock wanted to set off a bomb in the part of the factory he thought you were in, but I convinved him not to. And then-"

The door opened, and Gage walked through, carrying a tray in his hands. I vaguely wondered how he was feeling about Marisa. He used to be obsessed with her, didn't he?

"Dinnner," Gage said, setting it down on the table. Something about Jean's glare must have told him that he interupted something, because he quickly ran out of the room.

Jean opened his mouth to talk again but I was already reaching for the food, which looked to be pasta and chicken parmesan.

"I like you, okay? If you would just accept that and ditch those friends of yours and join me-"

"You sound like Dark Vader," I said. "Join me on the dark side."

Jean rolled his eyes, but reached for the food too. I started eating it, savoring the taste of real, hot, good food.

"Do you like it?" Jean asked, abonding the awkward conversation that we were having before.

"Yeah," I answered.

We were silent for a while, while we ate, which was kind of awkward considering what he just told me. "So how are you and Harry?" Jean asked.

The question surprised me, and I didn't think to lie. "Egggh," I said, shrugging.

His eyebrows went up, "Just egggh?"

"He's pissed that I kissed Clay," I said.

"You kissed Clay?"

"Yeah," I said. "To mess with him. But Harry took it the wrong way, I guess."

Jean chuckled. "To mess with him. You're the only girl I know that kisses boys to mess with them."

We finished our food, and Gage brought out a chocolate cake that I devored, unable to remember the last time I had cake. Jean and I talked, about little things. We talked about his brother with the brain tumor, but that subject seemed to be kind of touchy for Jean so we dind't talk about it long. We talked about how Jean got involved in the whole kidnapping thing in the first place, and how Marisa, Harry, Liam, and me ended up on the island where Jean and the pirates found us. We talked about the type of motorcyle I wanted and all the different cars he'd had. We talked about our favorite sports (Jean's was swimming, where mine was cheerleading). We even talked about our family. We talked for a while, real converations too, not just aruging and I realized that the evil boy with ginger hair was actualy a real human being. 

"Did that count as a real date?" I asked.

He shrugged and stood up. I followed his lead, starting to walk out of the room but he stopped me. "If you kiss me, a real honest-to-god kiss I'll send real food and pillows and blankets into the room, enough for all of you."

"Really?" I asked. 

"Yup."

"Okay," I said, leaned in and kissed him for a couple of seconds. Then I walked out of the room, calling, "Bettah see those pillows and food soon!"

Jean answered with, "If you ever change your mind, you can almost come over to your version of the dark side with me!"