I woke up the next morning with a headache, Louis' pounding footsteps from last night still booming through my skull.
I hadn't slept well last night. Not after being chased by two thugs I swear I'd seen outside my house last night. I picked up the bottle of Neurofens and took out two tablets, I put both in my mouth and ran for the bathroom to get water.
I flipped open the tap, pushed my mouth into the downstream of water and gulped down both pills together. I smiled at myself in the mirror, hoping I'd be okay to go to school still because in all honesty... I loved school.
I went back into my bedroom and began to dress. I remembered that Louis said he'd pick me up this morning so I decided to cover up a little more because I didn't quite know Louis or what he was really like alone with a girl... He could be a little bit of a hormonal kid y'know?
I ended up putting on some leggings under my skirt, just to be on the safe side. I know that leggings probably don't do much but the school dress code states that nothing is to be changed about our uniform... Except stockings and leggings which were either black or navy blue.
I brushed my hair and clipped back my fringe. I was fortunate to have almost perfectly straight hair that didn't knot easy, thank you genetics.
I didn't bother with mascara or base... That stuff made you fake. I didn't actually care if I had acne, it was a natural thing. I wasn't gifted with clear skin often but lately I'd been pretty good, only a few invisible and growing pimples where my fringe used to sit.
I sighed at myself... I never thought I suited my uniform an to be honest I look like a little bit of a dick with added leggings. I changed my mind and removed the leggings, replacing them with a pair of stockings the same skin tone as mine... Much better.
I slipped on my shoes and packed my hairbrush inside with my Art folder. I headed downstairs with my notebook in my hand and made my way downstairs. I stopped when I noticed an unfamiliar car in the neighbourhood
It was black, and had a wing on the back... Perhaps an illegal racer's car? I found myself somehow drawn to the strange car... The windows were dark but I was sure something was moving inside.
I took a step down my porch steps and tilted my head... Was it Louis? I slowly inched closer and suddenly a large hand clamped over my mouth
I let out a muffled screamed as I was picked up off my feet. I dug my teeth into the fleshy palm of the stranger and I was thrown into a car. Louis got in the other side and began to mutter colourful words under his breath
"Louis?" My eyes widened in shock
"You bit me!" He exclaimed
"I know" I nodded
"Say sorry then!"
"Sorry?" He offered
"Why did you do that?"
"That car you obviously thought was mine ISN'T" Louis stated "same car but not the right plate, that car belongs to one of the men that were chasing us last night"
"And why do you have an identical car to theirs?"
"Oh... You thought this was my car?" He asked "no, this car belongs to the dead guy"
"Okay I'm going to get my mum to drop me off" I began to move
"No" I heard all the locks from the inside click
"Are you serious?" I hissed trying to lift the small button that sat in front my passenger window "you're locking me in?"
"Buckle up Bela" Louis nodded "if we crash you'll most likely die"
