Last First Kiss [ON HOLD//WRITER'S BLOCK]

Chapter 14

A/N:

I am sincerely sorry for all the cursing in this story. I really am. It's just that it would be very bland and boring if there are no curses and stuff like that. This story has a "Bad Boy" character in it, which is Craig Dawson, and this is considered to be a BAD BOY novel. I'm real life, I don't curse, but I tend to hear them every single day except weekends and holidays, since I'm at home. Lol.

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Frequently Asked Questions in my inbox:

Q: Is the the title from One Direction's song?

A: Well, partly yes since I am a huge Directioner, and partly no since my story is really focused on a last first kiss.

Q: Why did you choose Ariana Grande and Francisco Lachowski to be your main characters?

A: Firstly, Ariana is my inspiration. She's pretty and talented. Secondly, Francisco is really handsome, he has a bad boy look, and I really fancy him :)

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"Are you sure this girl's rich?", I heard voices clouding up. I couldn't move my body and I felt something covering my mouth.

"Well, are you blind? Or just plain dumb?! She's the daughter of this man in this copy of WallStreet Journal I found outside the airport. They own an airline company!"

What are they talking about? I slowly opened my eyes to catch a glimpse of my kidnappers.

"How do you know she's the daughter of that guy?"

"HER PICTURE'S IN HERE, STUPID.", I saw the tall guy swat his companion with the newspaper.

"Okay, okay, so... how much ransom should we ask?", asked the slow-headed one.

"Five hundred thousand dollars." WHAT THE F--

"How 'bout a million?", Twiddledumb asked with a goofy grin on his face. "But first, well, this girl is quite a scene--- pretty, rich, and slender.." With that, I started to scream, but I couldn't.

The tall guy took off the handkerchief tied to cover my mouth harshly.

"LET ME GO YOU MORONS!", I exclaimed from my lungs.

"Shut the hell up!", he said and SLAP! I felt my cheeks burn. That idiot just slapped me!

"I have my credit card.. Just take it, and let me go!"

They searched through my black purse and got my Gold Master Card.

"How much do you got in here?", Twiddledumb asked me, examining the card.

"I lost count.", I replied. Well, it's the truth though. I've had my bank account since I was, like, eight. It has been eight years since I've started saving. I fiddling my fingers on the rope at my back to take it off. I've learned how to untie several knots when I was in elementary school, so it's okay. Fiddle, fiddle, fiddle, YES. When Twiddledumb turned away from me and Tall Guy's still working on his lighter to light his cigarette, I grabbed an empty bottle of Budweiser and smashed it onto Twiddledumb's empty head. Bull's eye! I quickly grabbed my untouched iPhone and speed dialled a random number from my contacts due to panic.

'Pick up, Pick up!' I thought.

"Hello? Erin?", Great. I speed dialled Craig out of hundreds of people in my contact's list. "I'm so sorry about last night, if that's why you called. I really am-"

"CRAIG HELP!", I screamed when I saw Tall guy coming to my direction.

"What the hell happened?! I'm going to track your phone okay? I'll be there!", he said and hung up.

Tall Guy drew nearer and nearer to me. I tried to run away, but he quickly grabbed my arm.

"You piece of rich crap! If you're going to runaway, I am going to burn your rich ass!", he said as he tightened his grip.

I spat at him. "Yeah right, burning my sorry ass is like your ticket to hell. Enjoy sunbathing, ogre!"

I heard the sound of a familiar motorcycle's engine drawing nearer and nearer. Craig. He did come.

Tall Guy gestured as if he's about to slap me, but then a tall, lean figure with a defying quiff blocked his arm.

"You don't want to do that , old man.", Craig said in a cool tone.

"Kid, stay out of this!"

Craig scoffed at his words. Calling Craig a kid is suicide, you know. You'll ruin his pride.

"First of all, I am not a kid. Second of all, will you please let go of my princess? Por favor?" Chyeah right. Princess. Last time I checked, you're playing with my hopeless heart. I rolled my eyes.

In reply, Tall Guy laughed hysterically. "Kid, fairy tales DON'T exist! You think you're Prince Charming? Build a bridge and get over it! Screw yourself because that is never going to happen! Silly child!" But then there were Police sirens.

"Feeling lucky, punk? Your chauffeurs have arrived.", Craig said with a smirk.

Cops started going inside. They're pointing their guns at our direction. The chief of police, Kaylin's father, drew closer to us and handcuffed Tall Guy and unconscious Twiddledumb. It was a quick process, actually. I thanked the cops, especially Mr. Sanders. They left the scene immediately.

"I uh thanks, Craig.", I said as softly as I could.

"Never a problem, princess. And I am extremely sorry for last night. I just.. I don't know. I'm an idiot."

"Forgiven.", I replied with a half smile.

"I was so worried when you cried for help! Good thing my phone has a tracker.", he said.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you Craig."

"It's okay. I'm just wondering why you called me instead of everyone else.", he said with a cheeky grin.

"Speed dial."

"Well, I'm honored.", he told me with a smirk and I jabbed him on his stomach. "Jeez, Erin." He laughed, and I did too.

He gave me his helmet and guided me on his motorcycle. As soon as we arrived at my house, I saw Dad waiting on the front porch wearing his business suit, but he had a worried face. I also saw Jeremy on the phone. As we went towards them, Dad's eyes grew wider, in surprise I should say.

"Erin, thank goodness you're safe! Officer Sanders told me everything. I'm so glad you're here!", he hugged me tightly that I could barely breathe. He let me go and turned to Craig. "I owe this to you Craig."

Craig then shook his head. "No need, sir. Knowing that your daughter's safe is enough." I smiled at him, and he smiled back.

Moments later, Craig decided that he must leave. I guided him to the gate and then he started to speak. "Erin, so, are we friends again?", he asked, and he offered his hand.

I thought about everything he did, but I decided agreeing is for the benefit of our families. "Friends.", I replied with a grin and shook his hand.

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Short chapter, but thrilling ain't it? ;)

Reconciliation is such a good thing.

Please bear with the mistakes. This is not proofread. :)

Gabby x