Loving the High School Bad-Boy

Chapter 33

Cold. Wet. Hard.

That's the first thing my brain registered when I woke up, with a throbbing dull pain in the back of my skull.

I could hear water dripping somewhere in the distance.

Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat.

It was humid, steamy, and I could feel my hair sticking to the back of my neck, even though it was up in a bun.

I could hear a continuous low rumble, far away, but on the same level as me.

I came to one conclusion-I'm in a boiler room.

I slowly opened my eyes, blinke to clear my groggy vision.

I looked around, and there was a man sitting a few feet away, in a steel chair, and a gun holster, with-oh I bet you'll never guess this one-a gun, strapped to his ankle.

He was sleeping, so i decided, hey if there's anything my mom taught me, it was to observe your surroundings in a different place.

So I'm going to observe Mr. Watcher guy. He looked Italian. The guy seemed as if he were mid-twenties, and well built. I don't know. He had a slight stubble from what I could tell, and his hair was dark, darker than Jackson's. I narrowed my eyes and noticed a tattoo peaking out from under his long sleeve shirt.

It looked like he had sleeves tattooed on both arms.

Sexy, if you ask me.

I tried moving my hands, only to find them cuffed to a pipe that was bulging out of the wall. I sighed, leaning my head back I cleared my throat.

"COCKA-DOODLE DO MOTHER FUCKER!" I shouted.

The man awoke with a start, falling backwards, his weight pushing the tiny steel chair back, making it fall backwards into the ground. He reached for his holster mid-air, missing when the gun when flying out of it and right by my foot.

"How fitting..."I mumbled, kicking it to my hands.

I maneuvered my cuffed hands so the gun was pointing at him, "So, eh, want to give me some information?" I asked.

His eyes grew wide, and then he let out a low laugh and stood up, turned around and leaned down behind a pipe, grabbing a big, black machine gun.

"I don't think your much match for my baby here girl, hand over the gun and maybe I won't shoot you," he said, with a playful smirk on his face.

I narrowed my eyes, and looked down to the small gun in my hands, and then back up to the big one in his.

"But, wouldn't you need me alive, I mean, why go threw all the trouble of kidnapping me if your just gonna kill me?" I paused, "And I think even if you didn't want to, you would kill someone with that gun," I said pointedly.

He chewed on the inside of his cheek and looked at the gun, "You are too smart for your own good," he let out a small chuckle.

I rolled my eyes and pointed the tiny gun at him, "So, what's your name?"

He rolled his eyes, sitting back down, "I'm Ryan."

I eased backs bit, "Well Ryan, can I go home now?"

"Nope," he said nonchalantly, popping the 'p.'

I narrowed my eyes, "Tell me why I'm here."

Ryan looked down at me, "God, isn't that obvious? Your boyfriend," he said in a 'duh' tone.

I was taken aback, "My boyfriend?" I asked incredulously.

"Yeah. Your boyfriend, Jackson Denivoir." Ryan said, narrowing his eyes down at me, "You do know who we are talking about? Right?"

I decided to play the dumb blonde and cocked my head to the side, putting on a confused expression, "I don't have a boyfriend, but do you mean Amy's boyfriend, Jackson?" I asked stupidly.

His eyes widened and he abruptly stood up, knocking down the chair behind him, "What's your name?" He asked forcefully.

I racked my brain for possible fake names, "Cristina Smith."

He cursed under his breath and grabbed the walkie-talkie from his belt, talking into it, he said, "We have a major problem.....no it's not the girl we thought....Cristina Smith.....she literally just told me!.....no...I'm sorry I didn't think she was lying!....whatever....fuck off," and then he cut the transmission.

He slowly turned around and pulled the chair back up, and sat down on top of it, "You. Little. Bitch." He said, grabbing the gun from my hand, and shoving my head into the wall behind me, "You ever think of pulling something like that again, I will hurt you a hell of a lot more. I may need you alive, but they don't give a shit about a few bullet holes," he pushed the gun fight onto my thigh and pulled the trigger.

I cried out in pain and began breathing heavily in and out my mouth, "Mother fucking shit fucker fucking asshole!" I shouted.

He smiled triumphantly and leaned back into his chair, releasing me, and placing the chair on his leg, gingerly.

"That's your warning, sweetheart," he flashed me an evil smile and shut his eyes, "Don't wake me again either."

"You don't tell me what to fucking do, asswipe," I snarled.

He chuckled and leaned back in his chair, "I could tell you to strip bare naked and you would do it."

I snorted and looked back, "How in hell did you come to that conclusion?" I asked.

He shot me a smirk, "Because I have the gun."

I sighed and leaned my head causing the wall. I shut my eyes, "At least I don't have to take care of a little girl," I paused, "What happens when I have to pee?"

"I unlock you, bring you to a toilet, and you pee, we come back here," he said simply.

"Well you've gotta un-cuff me, cause I need to relieve myself," I said leaning forward and opening my eyes.

He mumbled a string o curses under his breath, slowly getting up and unlocking the cuffs. I rubbed my sore wrists as he grabbed my upper arm, pulling me towards a small dingy bathroom.

Ryan threw me inside and grabbed the doorknob, "Don't take your time. You have three minutes before I kick open this door," he said before slamming it shut.

I looked around. I could barely move without knocking into something, I grabbed the small table and pushed it under the knob of the door, buying me a couple more minutes.

Okay, okay, what is there....a window!

There was a small grimy window above the sink.

I climbed on top of the sink and quietly pushed open the window.

"One minute left, sweetheart," he called.

The bullet wound in my thigh began bleeding more, and I called back, "Okay!"

I looked at the small gap and began moving my body towards it.

I've got to find Jackson.