When I Fall For My Kidnapper

Chapter Nine

*Ally's Point Of View*

I watch wordlessly as Trevor walks away towards the exit, his head low, his shoulders stiff. I can't believe I just kissed him. That's obviously not what he wants. I've just made everything awkward. Trevor didn't want me to kiss him.

Even though he kissed me back...

And then pushed me away. Literally. I'll have a bruise.

God. This is a mess.

"Trevor!" I call after him, trying to run after him dramatically like in movies, but I was stumbling and tripping over my crippled body, ruining the effort. He ignores me, not looking behind his shoulder once.

"Stop, you jerk!" I yell as I finally reach the doors he had already stormed through. He still, as shocking as it seems, ignores me.

"TREVOR!" I yell, my lungs tightening as I do so, Trevor still failing to turn around. I limp after him in the parking lot, and finally make it to the truck, where Trevor is pulling down the tailgate to the bed of his truck, revealing an ice chest.

He can run, but he can't hide.

Even though he's the kidnapper and I'm the victim. That's beside the point.

"Why did you walk out like that?" I demand, slightly out of breath, watching him climb into the bed of the truck, opening the ice chest and pulling out a beer.

Typical.

"Get in the truck, Ally," he orders, tossing the beer into his mouth, gulping it like he had never drank anything in his life, leaning his head back against the truck window.

"No," I say stubbornly, leaning against the side of the truck, the metal of the truck icing my skin. "I like it out here."

"I don't care. Get. In. The. Truck." He growls, pressing his lips into a thin, harsh line.

I stare into his eyes, trying to read them. Definitely confusion in there. And gorgeous-ness, of course.

Okay, I need to think of a plan. I need to figure out a method to let this play out.

I must make it awkward for him.

"No, I don't want to get in the truck." I pause, taking a deep breath. I can't believe I'm going to follow through with this... "I'm not getting in the truck because... because you're out here."

I then force myself to wink "seductively" at him.

He finally holds my stare, confused, not sure if I was joking. Obviously I was, but it took him a moment to realize I was just attempting to play it off and act like I was in love with him. He rolls his eyes.

"Get in the truck, Ally, and quit playing what you think are cute little games." He closes his eyes briefly, as if I was the most annoying girl in the world.

I, one day, will fully achieve that title.

I will make that day, today.

"No, I'm not playing games," I add another wink, "and I don't find games 'cute'. You, on the other hand, most definitely are."

"Oh, shut up and let me have space." He takes another swig of his beer, as if to shut me out.

He's going to need a LOT more beer if he wants to successfully shut me out.

"Space? I hate space. Especially space from you, gorgeous." I say mockingly, squeezing my lips into a flirtatious smile.

"Well, that's great, but I want space. Especially from you."