Kidnapped By Idiots (Rewritten)

Chapter 6 - Bomb Went off in my Chest

So far it's been a month since the gang has taken me in. I usually stay tucked up in my room, and Kai usually comes to visit me. He either talks about the crazy jobs he just went on or he flirts with me. I have to admit, his flirting skills aren't terrible.

However, today was different, Kai called me from my room to come downstairs.

"We need you down stairs for a group meeting ." Weuss told me stepping into my room.

I looked up,"Since when was I a part of this so-called 'group'?" I asked.

I made finger quotations around the word group.

"You always were." Weuss told me shaking his head,"Be flattered."

"What?" I asked him. First, they lock me up in a room and now they expect me to be flattered. Hell no.

"Uh...No. I mean, unless locking somebody up in a room for a month is considered a welcome party, then you and your whole stupid gang can go to hell." I spat at him. His eyes widened before he walked over to me and sat on the bed.

"Listen," He started. I didn't want to let him finish.

"No. Just let me go home!" I yelled.

"Would you shut up?" He asked me with the most annoyed look I had ever seen.

"No. I want to go-" Before I could finish Kai walked into the room with a plate full of tacos.

"Aren't you coming for the tacos?" He asked me as he chewed on a piece of one.

I just stared at him then back at Weuss.

"You came to get me....For tacos?" I asked them.

"Yeah!" Kai exclaimed happily,"Free tacos! You wanna pass that up?"

I looked back at Wuess who shrugged while hopping off my bed.

"Tried my best to tell ya!" He said on his way out, but not before he stole a taco from the plate Kai was holding.

I just stared at Kai while slowly getting up and making my way towards him. I stopped right in front of him and reached for a taco, but my hand was pushed aside.

"No. First downstairs. Then, tacos." He told me in a voice that was playful but left room for no argument.

"Wha-! No!" I yelled. I knew I was being un-rational. I knew I was acting like a two-year old, but I just couldn't take this anymore. So, I did what any rational person would do who was obviously being un-rational, I threw a temper tantrum.

"No!" I screamed,"Never! I hate it here! I hate the people! I hate the smell! I hate the food! I hate you!"

Kai grabbed my arm and made me stand up. He glared at me.

"You didn't mean that." He growled.

I gulped,"Yes I did. I hate you."

"Not me." His eyes softened a bit as he stared at me in confusion and lifted the plate up a bit more so it was in my perspective,"The food. You can't hate the food!"

I blinked. Really? I LOVE THE FOOD! The 'I hate the food' part was for advertisement purposes.

"No!" I said aghast,"I love the food!"

He smiled at me, one of those rare smiles that I have grown to like over the past month.

"Good." He said and grabbed my hand to drag me downstairs.

On the way down, I tried to pick up a few of the tacos on the plate, but failed miserably.

Once we entered the kitchen downstairs, everyone stared at us.