Smash Into You

"Wait and see"

At first, my mind went blank. It wasn't until I saw the trash bag that I started to run. I managed to slip out from Damon's grasp on my shoulder.

What the hell was going on?

My heartbeat was racing as I headed for the closest back alley.

"Dude, get her!" I heard Ashton's voice echo behind me.

It was hard as hell to run in the rain. I was basically soaked and all I could see was rain and some fog ahead of me. Just keep running, I told myself. The footsteps behind me got louder and my feet picked up pace. But it was no use. A hand grasped the back of my shirt causing me to stumble backwards. I fell into someone's arms and immediately started to scream.

"Shut the hell up!" An angry voice yelled behind me.

A hand was placed over my eyes and another was put over my mouth. The sounds of feet shuffling was all I could hear. It wasn't seconds later when a trash bag was pulled over my head.

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Ashton's POV:

I could hear Hayley screaming as the bag went over her. Before Damon secured the trash bag tightly he reached into her pocket to pull out her phone. He tossed it to Jesse and whispered to Hayley, despite the loudness of the rain. "If you dare scream, I'll make sure you don't see light again."

Paul smirked and Jesse did the same. I couldn't help but laugh at how serious he sounded. Damon was damn good at scaring and threatening people. I guess it came to his advantage.

He motioned for us to follow him to his truck parked in the back alley.

"Quickly," I heard Damon mumble as he tried to keep ahold of Hayley.

I knew he was struggling with her so I caught up with him and helped him put her in the truck. We placed her between Jesse and Paul. Damon and I got in the front.

Everyone let out breaths as Damon began to drive off.

"It worked," Paul said breathlessly.

Damon let out a shaky laugh and Jesse continued breathing heavily.

"She'll thank us later," I said turning to look back at her covered body.

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Hayley's POV:

Let me tell you, it was no fun being stuck between two people with a trash bag over yourself. Right now, I was really cursing my genes for giving me no more inches in height. The guys went on talking about some nonsense about basketball. By now, I was letting out huge breaths because it was hard to breathe with no fresh air.

"Uh, guys, can she breathe?" I heard Ashton's voice in front of me.

"I-I guess?" Some guy to the left of me stuttered.

Suddenly I felt a hand on top of my head. It slowly lead down onto my face.

"What the hell are you doing feeling my face retard?" I blurted out. My face immediately got red from anger.

The guys to the left and right of me bursted out laughing and Ashton sighed. "I'm trying to help you breathe, if you'd stop moving."

I was squirming but it was no use. I decided to trust that Ashton knew what he was doing.

His hand went along my face and he pinched my nose causing me to mumble an 'Ow'. Finally I felt his hand on my mouth and I went still. The rest of the guys continued talking as Ashton pulled the bag away from my mouth. He ripped a hole where my mouth was and pushed the bag back.