/Friday\
•Luke's POV•
I woke up early this morning, and I picked up the guys, we arrived at school earlier than anyone else.
"Okay, just so we don't screw this up, I'll talk shit to Cheyenne. Calum, just try to scare the crap out of her. Try to make her run away crying, or something. After she starts running, Michael, grab her arm from where your hiding and use the pressure point in her neck. Once she feels numb, throw her into me."
"Wait, where's Ashton?"
"I went to pick him up and he threw up at the door."
"Oh, damn that's gross."
"Yeah, so do we get it?"
"I think so."
"Let's go over it. Calum what do you do?"
"I try to make her run away crying."
"Good, remember that. Then Michael, what do you do?"
"Grab her arm and use her pressure point in her neck and throw her into you."
"Okay. We got it."•Cheyenne's POV•
I do my daily morning things, and walk downstairs.
"What's your name?"
"Cheyenne."
"Oh yeah, that's right, thank you."
"Your welcome."
I leave and go to school, and I don't see Luke or anyone I know around yet. I decide to go to my locker and grab my stuff. Finally I see other people filing in, looking grouchier than ever. I walk down the hall to my first hour class.
"Hey! Cheyenne!"
"Hi Luke!"
"How's it going?"
"I'm good you?"
"Oh I'd be better,"
"If what?"
"If you weren't here!"
"Wait what? Since when do you hate me?"
"Since when did we like you?"
"But, you, huh?"
"Guys, did we ever say we liked this whore?"
"I don't recall, Luke."
"What's going on?"
I could feel tears starting to rise. But I couldn't let them.
"Get your poor ass life out of this school, slut."
"You don't belong here!"
"Go on, scram!"
I burst into tears, and I run towards the stairs, where someone grabs my arm.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
I felt this sharp pain in my neck, then I started seeing green blotches all around. He's using my pressure point! I grab his arm, but he only drives his fingers in more.
"Michael! Stop!"
Then he throws me in Luke's direction.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"
He lifts my chin and starts saying things that I couldn't make out all the words to.
"Don't worry...... Party...... Feel bad..... Include you in......"
And then he drops me and I'm unconscious, lying on the floor. I wake up in the nurses office. I still feel dizzy.
"She has a huge red mark underneath her collar bone."
"Like something was being shoved into it."
And then I throw up.
"She just threw up, call her mother, send her home."
"I... Don't have.... A mom... She... Died..."
"Call her father"
"He has... Amnesia.. He won't...... Know..... Who I am..."
"We have no other way to get her home."
"I'll... Drive..... Myself..."
"We can't let you do that."
"I'll give her a ride home."
-/Home\-
It is now eight-thirty p.m. and I'm feeling better. But I still have to go to Luke's party. But I seriously don't want to go.
Ring Ring Ring
§ Text Messaging §
Luke: "Are you ready, bitch?"
Cheyenne: "Yeah, I am."
Luke: "Cool, whatever. Ashton's coming to pick you up."
Cheyenne: "Like, now?"
Luke: "Uh, yeah, like, now."
Cheyenne: "Okay."
I sit out on the porch waiting for Ashton.((N/A) Sorry this one was so short... Kinda wanted to get to the party! Tell me if you like it or not! xx)
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