When I Fall For My Kidnapper

Chapter Two

"You have to at least tell me where we're going." I tell Trevor, as we have been driving for hours.

"I don't have to tell you anything." He shrugs.

"How many times are you going to say that?" I groan.

"As many times as it takes." Trevor sighs.

"Are we just going to drive forever?" I ask, knowing I would irritate him until he cracked.

"No."

I sigh loudly, staring ahead, and it was pitch black now. I had nothing to look at.

"Please tell me."

"Do I need to get the duct tape back out?" He threatens, slightly in mockery.

"No." I reply, and let out an involuntary laugh. He glances at me from the corner of his eye, questioningly.

I ignore him, but feel my cheeks grow slightly warm as I feel his stare on me. He made me feel suddenly self conscious, given he looked like some sort of god and I felt tired and gross.

Gaining a boost of bravery, I sneak a glance in the side view mirror, studying my reflection. My lips were very full, but pale, given I haven't refreshed my lip gloss, so they weren't as attractive as they normally were. My dark eyes were round and large, but slightly droopy behind my thick and dense eyelashes. My hair was a mess, tangled and wild. My hair was long and a bright blonde, naturally full of lengthy, bouncy, thick locks of waves. It always looked like it was specifically made, when it was natural. But right now, it just looked

crazy.

"Um, Trevor?"

"What do you want?" He sighs at me annoyingly. I ignore his irritated tone.

"I, like, have to shower tonight."

"Are you one of those OCD, hygienic freaks?" He asks.

"No, but I'm not disgusting." I reply.

"Okay," he pauses. "I'm sure you can shower later tonight."

"How about right now? I'm exhausted, to be honest. So how about you tell me where we're staying, and let's just get there, okay?" I ask, hating feeling unattractive next to him. I was usually the superior one in a relationship- not that this was a relationship, but still. He was hot. No boys at school, even the hot players that drooled over me or the hot men you randomly see in the mall or on posters, compared to Trevor. I wasn't used to feeling these attractions towards someone based obviously on their appearance. And if I wanted any chance of reciprocation, I'm going to need a shower.

And lip gloss.

And maybe some eyeliner.

I probably shouldn't be dressing up for my kidnapper...

Oh well. If he's hot, he's hot, despite the circumstance. That's what I'm choosing to live by.

"Look, Ally, as charming as your pointless, annoying conversations and demands are, I truly hate being told what to do. Especially by my job. So please, shut up and be patient." .

Did he seriously just refer to me as his 'job'?! I am so much more than that. I must really, really need a shower.

"Sounds like you have some issues to work through." I tell him. He rolls his eyes, not responding.

A full twenty minutes passes silently by.

We still haven't stopped.

Finally, he speaks up.

"Do you have your credit card?" Trevor asks.

"I don't give out that information." I shrug.

He gives me a look, and stops jerkily at a red light, and reaches for my little purse he had thrown over the consol earlier.