~ Aiden's POV.
"Come in!" Her voice loudly half-yelled.
"W-what are you uh. Doing?"
Wow. I'm an idiot.
"What does it look like?"
"Looking out a window?" I said, utterly confused.
"People are so easy to read when they're guards are down." She whispered.
I looked out the window, to see two, what seemed like older parent's yelling at one another.
She quickly glanced up at me, my mouth hanging open.
Both shocked and regretful.
I knew what she meant,
and once we made eye contact, she knew I understood her words.
** ** ** ** ** ** **
It's been 2 months and 24 days.
I stopped going to school.
I couldn't take the heart ache.
Clearly, after just a few simple words of Brookelle's, it was made that we were broken up.
She started doing things.
Or so I've heard.
Offically the school's slut.
She found out about the whole bet with the Lambo.
Guess that's just another reason for her to hate my guts.
I sighed, pulling on pants and butting up my shirt again.
"Call me." Said the random girl I met last night, laying naked on her bed.
Rolling my eyes I thought,
here we go again.
~ Brookelle's POV.
Epic win.
I haven't heard from Aiden since I told somewhat told him I couldn't be with him.
I couldn't stand being toyed at this whole time.
I was in at the public library. We only had a few more months of school left and lately I had no time to study. Not to mention how my love for Aiden was killing me inside.
" I wish you could see
the bridge that leads from you to me
but every time you try to cross
you always manage to get lost
i've been waiting patiently
for you to come and find me but
this is hide and seek in the dark
and now it seems you've left your mark on me."
I sang lightly, while searching for great study books.
"Gorgeous voice for a gorgeous girl."
I spun on my heel to be greeted by a smug looking face.
I'll admit, he was sexy.
Aiden was like a Greek God, while this guy looked like a model. Aiden's looks was beyond amazing, where this guy's was just amazing in general.
He had surfer boy's grown hair, and brown welcoming eyes.
He looked part indian, considering his tan looked natural.
One again, he had perfectly straight white ass teeth.
What the hell is with people and amazing teeth?
So sparkly.
Damn twilight novels, raping teen minds.
"Thanks." I said non-chantly.
Honestly, I could care less right now about some hot guy flaunting what God gave him.
"Aiden." I swore I heard him say.
My breath caught in my throat.
"What?"
"My name. It's Aaron." He said. He looked like a mix between thinking I was crazy and being concerned.
"Sorry." I mumbled, continuing with what I was doing before.
I quickly looked behind me.
Does this guy not get the hint that I don't want to talk?
Anger suddenly boiled in my veins.
"What do you want?" I tried to say sweetly.
"You."
****
What seemed like hours later, I finally woke up.
My head spinning, throbbing against my head.
"Hello?" I shouted, but soon realized it made my head hurt 10 times more.
I looked down, seeing as my hands were hand-cuffed to bloody chains.
"Really? If you wanted to do this 'kinky style' all you had to do was ask." I said, grinning at my own joke.
"Hello, Brookelle." a voice replied, bouncing off the stone cold walls.
I looked up to find a familiar face.
Aiden? Armpit? Aaron!
How the fuck did I get Aaron out of fucking ArmPit ?
I shrugged.
God, I shrug a lot.
"What are you doing? More importantly, why am I chained?" my eyebrows furrowing together.
"I'm kidnapping you, sexy."
I choked on spit. Or what was left of it, considering my mouth went dry.
"Want to meet me partner in crime?" He winked at me, grinning like a kid in the candy shop.
Or a kid that just met pedo bear. Either or.
Eyes glistening in wonder and amazement.
Sicko.
"Meet, soon to be king, Jeremy."
Wait, what?
"That's impossible. Aiden has to either die or hand the throne over to you." I stated, still confused.
"Oh darling." Jeremy showed his pearly whites,
"Either he does indeed back down when I tell him to. Or well, I kill him."
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