The Race *CURRENTLY ON HOLD FOR EDITING*

Chapter 5

Kate's POV:

My eyes fluttered open and I stared into the face of a grinning boy. He seemed to be around my age. He had bright blue eyes and brown hair. He was muscular and lean, and judging by how high the top of his head reached on the sidewall of what appeared to be the back of the van, he seemed to be tall as well. I felt tired and groggy and my body ached like I had just gone through hell and back. My head was pounding too, and I was on the verge of having a migraine. "Welcome back sleeping beauty!" The boy exclaimed suddenly. Wait.... I thought. That voice, I know his voice! But where, what, how.....

Then I remembered.

"Jason?" I asked cautiously. His blue eyes twinkled when he heard his name. "Who else's lap would your head be in?" He asked with a devious smile playing on his lips. Suddenly I started to panic. My head was in his lap? What the hell? "You do know how wrong that sounded, right?" I asked him. He seemed to realize what he'd said and began to blush furiously. "Now that you mention it, yes. I was worried you wouldn't wake up though." His eyes suddenly filled with concern, and as I looked up into his face I got a good look at my surroundings. I was laying down in the back of a utility van. The windows were darkened so I couldn't see outside and the  rain was pounding hard on the roof. The plastic interior looked clean, and there was a faint new car smell that was lingering in the van. It must've just been bought, Strange.

All of this made me wonder. Did Jason know of anything that had happened to me since I had fallen through the floor and been beat up by Sarani? I winced at the faint memory of being beaten to the extent that she had beaten me. My arms and legs hurt and my stomach was probably going to have several bruises on it. Where on Earth was I and why the hell was in the back of a utility van were more of my questions. I had more, but I decided to take it slow and ask, "Where am I?" Jason laughed like he was about to tell me the biggest joke he had ever heard. "Currently you are in the back of a utility van. You were thrown in this van, bound and gagged and you were bruised badly as though you had been beaten, which I'm assuming you have been. You were in, and well, you're still in bad shape. You were also unconscious..." He stopped momentarily picking up my wrist and examining my watch to check the time, "... For the past few hours. And that's all I know for now. I'm sorry I can't tell you more." I nodded and took it in.

From what I could gather myself I had been beaten by Sarani, then abducted from school and thrown into the back of this van where Jason had unbound me and taken out my gag. Now my main questions were

a.) where was I being taken

b.) why was I kidnapped

c.) who was my kidnapper

I let these questions fill my mind. I was silent for awhile, thinking and listening to the gentle pattering of the rain on the roof. Finally I spoke. "Jason, Can the driver hear us?" He shook his head. "No, they have a sound proof barrier up and thus, as you would say, cannot hear us." I laughed and it felt good, despite the fact that it hurt my stomach. "Okay, and one more question, do you know who the driver is?"

"Yeah, well.... I don't know the actual driver of the van, but I do know the passenger." He said cautiously. I waited for him to continue but he didn't. Was he trying to protect me or something? Did he know the passenger personally or something? He looked down at me with deep care and concern in his eyes. "Well.... who's the passenger?" I questioned. He gulped and then spoke. "The passenger.... Is Grant." Now I knew why he didn't want to tell me at first. Cause right now I wanted to go find the nearest punching bag and give it my best right hook.

Grant.

Grant that lying twisted little bastard who asked me out and kept me from realizing who I really loved.... He deserved every last bit of heartache that I gave him. He deserved to have his heart be broken. He kept me from realizing a REAL relationship that I could've had.

That double crossing dirty yellow bastard.

"Grant?" I asked furiously. "Yup. Grant. As in your ex-boyfriend, my ex-friend, creepy guy who is obsessed with you.... Yeah. That's it." He replied. I bit my lower lip to keep from exploding. Why the hell would Grant kidnap me? But more importantly, where the hell was he taking me?