My Blood Or My Love? ✔️

Chapter 1: Being Kidnapped Sucks

Dedicated to AshReads-46!
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"Isa!" Clayre screeched on the other end of the phone.

I rolled my eyes at her childish excitement. She could never greet people like a normal human being.

"Calm down Clayre or else you'll have to pay for a new hearing aid for me."

She scoffed on the other end of the line and I bet you my sacred bag of Cheetos that she rolled her eyes too. Typical Clayre.

"We need to go to the cinema now because I heard that Matt is going to be there with his friends!" she squealed.

Matt is the school football team's quarterback and is also Clayre's biggest crush and she has great flirting skills that she tries out with him - note the sarcasm. Every time we passed him in the hall, Clayre would try to catch his attention by laughing out loud and whipping her hair around (which I end up choking on) or in one case, threw one of my Cheetos at him! She should know better and that, my Cheetos are protected under pain of death.

"I don't know, Clayre, I'm kind of busy tonight," I partly lied.

"If 'busy' means watching re-runs of American Horror Story and stuffing your face with high calorie food, then I'm not surprised!"

Ah, she knows me too well. This is exactly why we're friends.

"Can't you just ask Hanna to go with you instead?" I asked hopefully.

Please, please, please take Hanna instead!

"Hanna's visiting her grandmother, remember?!" Clayre huffed.

Damn it! I was so close to getting away with not going.

"Isadora Pallas, I will drag your lazy ass with me to the cinema now whether you like it or not!" She cried angrily.

This was it. I lost the battle and I knew better than to argue with her. Last time I didn't do something she wanted, my Chanel No° 5 perfume was used as furniture polish. That costed 5 weeks of my pocket money!
I knew never to make her angry again after that.

I groaned loudly before answering her,"Pick me up in 10 minutes."

"YES!" She shrieked delightedly.

"I'm only doing this to avoid your wrath," I reminded her before I hung up.

I sighed and dragged myself off of my bed which I devoted my love and laziness to. I went straight to my closet and pulled out a camisole, flannel shirt and ripped jeans. I quickly threw them on and walked into my bathroom. I decided not to do too much makeup since I was literally forced to do something I didn't want to. I stuck with some eyeliner, mascara and a light brown matte lipstick. I didn't bother with my hair, I just let it down in its natural state; straight as a ruler, jet black in colour and reached down way past my tail bone. I gave myself a quick look over.

Ding dong.

The doorbell rang. Clayre must be here already. I bounded down the stairs and snatched my black Converse and put them on. I tucked my wallet and phone in my jean pocket before running over to the door.

"Mom, dad! I'm going out with Clayre to the cinema!" I yelled as I opened the door.

"Okay, sweetheart. Just make sure to be home by 8." My mom called back.

"Will do."

"Love you!"

Seriously mom?

"Love you too," I muttered.

Clayre wasn't standing outside so she must've just rung the doorbell and went back into her car.