Kidnapped | T.K

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-KIMS POV-

"Right, I'm sorry, but Mr fucking Bauer is taking the piss." I complain "Literally! Like, a group project.. on the Holocaust? Hello! We live in Germany, loads of peoples ancestors were literally killed by that!" Paris, my best friend says.

Me and Paris have been close ever since she asked if she could play with my dolls in kindergarten. We've been best friends ever since I hit 4!

"I know right, did you see Ella's face?! She looked like she had just been bitchslapped!" I laugh, not funny, but her face was.

Right now, we were having a little bitch talk, a daily occurrence, as we live on the same street and walk home and to school together everyday.

"At least we're in the same group." I sigh. "Yeah, with Joe and Simon. They stink so bad!" Paris groans. "I know! Oh well.." I agree.

As soon as we enter the school, we sigh and walk to our usual spot, under an oak tree. We called it Sally.

Whilst we were sat under the tree, I saw the most gorgeous man. Buzzy! Well.. I call him Buzzy, not to his face of course, but his real name is James.

If you couldn't tell already, I call him Buzzy because he has a buzz cut. Not like an ugly military buzz cut, but like a Channing Tatum buzz cut. He's British as well, that just makes it so much better!

"Ouu, look Kim!" Paris whispers.

"Oh my gosh, I know! He's so pretty." I say, smiling at her. "Oh, uh. Don't panic, but.. He's coming over!" She whisper shouts at me. "What the freak?!" I whisper shout back, seeing that he is, in fact, walking this way.

"Oh fuck me." I mumble under my breath.

"Hey, Kim right?" He asks me. "Yeah." I smile. "I'm James." He grins, putting his hand out for me to shake. "Nice to meet you." I say, shaking his hand. "Yeah, I was wondering if I could get your number?" He asks sheepishly.

"Oh, yeah. Sure!" I say. "Oh, cheers!" He says, handing me his phone. I type in my number and put my contact in his phone. Once I give it back to him, his friend, Henry, jumps on his back.

I've talked to Henry a little bit at parties and sometimes in class. He's a really sweet person, and he's Portuguese too! "Sup Kim!" Henry smiles. "Hey Hen." I grin at him, as he daps me up.

"O que está acontecendo aqui, hein?" Henry asks me, in Portuguese.
(What's going on here, eh?)

"Seu amigo fofo aqui, acabou de me dar o número dele!" I reply, giggling a little bit.
(Your cute friend here, just gave me his number!)

"Bem, tecnicamente eu dei a ele meu número.. Mas isso é praticamente a mesma coisa." I follow up, shrugging.
(Well, technically I gave him my number.. But that's pretty much the same thing.)

"Oh, legal!" Henry praises me.
(Oh, nice one!)

"Por que, obrigado!" I thank him, laughing.
(Why, thank you!)

"Are you guys done with your little bitch chat in Portuguese?" Paris asks us, grinning. "Yeah, the bell just rang." James chimes in. "Okay, sure! Paris, what do we have?" I ask her.

"Maths, I think." She says. "You think? Well, better than nothing I guess." I shrug. "See you round, beautiful." James says, waving goodbye to us. "See you!" I smile.

"Muito suave, não é? Adeus!" Henry chuckles, walking off with James, who looks back at me grinning from ear to ear.
(Real smooth, isn't he? Goodbye!)

"Oh, cale a boca! Até mais tarde!" I laugh, walking away, linking arms with Paris.
(Oh, shut up! See you later!)

As soon as Henry and James were out of sight, Paris turns to me, grinning devilishly. "So, do you think he's going to text you? Or even, call you?" She squeals.

Durning that whole interaction with James and Henry, I felt a little odd. It was like someone was watching me, with their eyes burning into the side of my head. You know when you can feel someone watching you? It was that feeling!

But, every time I looked around to see if anyone was looking, they were just minding their own business.

How strange..

"I hope so!" I laugh. "Now, ask me more questions about Buzzy later, we're going to be late." I say, hitting her arm jokingly.

We both laugh and walk to maths, getting some weird looks thrown at us, but whatever.

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Once we get to maths or as they call it here in America, 'math' - sounds a little too alike 'meth' but.. heyho! -

Me and Paris get screamed at by Mrs Fischer for being late. She's just jealous that we're leaving the school in a couple of months forever, but she's stuck here even though she's pregnant. And, by the looks of it, ready to bust!

"Sorry miss.." Me and Paris grumble in unison as we sit down, next to eachother, of course!

Oh boy, this is going to be a long day.