Wherefore Art Thou Prince Charming

Chapter Seven

"So, how old are you?" I asked Scott, staring at him from the corner of my eye. It had been 1 hour and 30 minutes since he'd taken me, and weirdly enough, it felt oh so normal.

Well not entirely, I just wasn't as scared as I should've been.

About half an hour ago he'd released my mouth, which was thriving for a glass of water.

"18." He replied, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Cool. Where are we going?" I asked, suspiciously.

"Doesn't matter, does it?"

"Well kinda."

He took out his phone again when I realised that I still had mine safely inserted in my bra. A flash of relief came over me as I asked him if we could stop off somewhere because I was in dire need of the toilet.

After a few minutes of resistance and puppy-dog eyes, he finally agreed, telling me he'd 'be right outside and I'd better not pull any tricks'.

I scuttled over to the service station bathroom, leaning my head against a cool cubicle door and pulling my phone out. Resting against the window ledge, I noticed it was already 6.

I quickly dialled my mums number: no reply. I made three more desperate attempts: no reply. I dialled Kai: no reply. In my last attempt, I died Nate and, shockingly, got a reply.

Spilling the whole contents of my recent events in one sentence, I could practically see him stood there, with his shocked expression; looking adorable. He told me he'd track the GPS on my phone and he'd be there as soon as. I was relieved, although a bit scared to see him.

My thoughts were interrupted by an intimidating knock on the door.

"Hey! You're taking ages... Are you still in there?" I heard.

"Yes! Just some women problems, one sec,"

I washed and dried my hands, carefully putting my phone back, and on silent, and I walked out the door, anticipating the arrival of my disliked ex-boyfriend.

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