Stolen || L.H.

9

"Calum?" I whispered.

Luke was still out, and hasn't come back. Not that I care, 'bout him or anything.

"Hey, Calum?" I poked him on the ribs.

"What?" He hissed as he missed a second on the movie he was watching.

"What?" He asked calmer, looks half-asleep.

"Can I look for Luke?" I whispers

"Yeah, yeah." He shooed me off, yawning.

Stupid Calum. I'm not actually gonna look for him. I'll just leave. Calum is asleep, and Luke is nowhere to be found.

"Bye, Cal!" I yelled over my shoulder.

I ran out not waiting for his response. Shaking my head, thinking this is really easy.

"Where the hell are you going? Hmm? Escape?" He growled.

"I- I was looking for you," I cussed at my self, for not making my voice stern.

"Well, here I am. Let's go." He pushes me by the shoulder, turning me around.

I take it back. This is not easy.

"No," I said stopping so suddenly, making Luke crash into me. I stumbled back a bit.

"No?" He questions.

"No." I confirmed.

"Wrong answer, Love." I let out a yelp, as he throw me over his shoulder.

"Hey! Let me go!" I struggled against him, he held my legs together.

"Nahh, I have a great view of you ass," he smirked, as he slapped it

"Hey! Hands off!" I squeaked out.

I reached down to where his belt was, and pulled it.

"Ow! Stop, you're giving me a wedgie!" He yells, squirming around trying to get my hands off of him.

I laughed at his failed attempts.

"You think it's funny?" He said sounding angry.

"Well– duh," I said in an obvious tone.