Chapter 8: Text

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Kaden's POV

I'm an idiot. I picked up my phone to reply to Okward but before I could it was taken from my hands. "Phone are to be used after all performances are over." A rather rude lady said. I sighed and packed my dance bag.

After waiting a good 30 more minutes, I got my phone back. I quickly opened me and Okward's messages and began to text him back but my phone was once again taken from me.

This time it was Travis. "Give me my phone back." I mumbled angrily. "Um how bout no." He smirked. He turned off my phone before grabbing my arm and pulling me into a sloppy kiss.

I pulled away and yelled," Travis stop I have a." Sadly he cut me off by kissing me again. I tried to pull away but he wouldn't let me budge.

When he finally pulled away, I fell onto the ground where my phone was. I grabbed it and put it in my pocket before Travis could notice. I was pulled up by him and he started pulling me to his car.

As we approached it he shoved me into the back and walked over to get into the front. He smiled while driving away from the dance center.

I pulled out my phone and started taking pictures of places we passed and writing down every turn we took until we made it to a hotel.

I snapped a picture of the hotel as he began walking towards my door. He pulled me out and dragged me into the hotel, where he got a room for Darius Hant.

I took note of the name while he pushed me to the elevator. "I have to use the restroom." I whispered as the elevator stopped on the third floor.

"You can use it when we get to our room honey." He said, kissing my cheek. I frowned but kept walking till we got to room 187.

Travis opened the door and I sprinted to the bathroom. I locked the door and pulled out my phone, sending all the photos I took along with all the turns we took and the floor and room we are in. Now we wait.

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