Saving her

Chapter 3 Her

  This chapter is all going to be all in Spikes POV and its going To make a lot of the story fit together. Plz read this chapter.

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*Spike's POV *
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Holy shit she's hot, I mean she's smoking. She fell asleep about 20 minutes ago- on my chest, I might add. The truck hits a bump, making us all pop up. She stirs in her sleep, but other wise stays asleep. I reach up to the drivers seat, and smack my little brother, Travis, on the back of the head.

"What the hell was that for?" He snarls back at me.

"She just about woke up with that last one, watch it." I whisper yell at him. 

"Oh, sorry. I forgot that sleeping beauty was in the back and her prince was trying very hard to kiss her." He whispers sarcastically.

"Shut up, you little shit." Gregg says from the passenger seat, he's 17 and him and his twin, Brian, are the youngest. Gregg starts chucking bullets  from the AK47 at Travis when he starts making sex noses over his shoulder.

"If she wakes up because of you two, you won't live to see your mothers." I threaten quietly. They shut up really fast at that. They know that I mean it when it comes to people sleeping, Travis already has a bruise from when he woke me up this morning. I hope Collage is different. New York Film Academy hear I come. Then I can be a hero, that everyone knows about at least.

"Hey Kevin? Can we take our masks off now, they're itchy?!" Brian complains

"Yah, since we're out of town." I reply, pulling my own off. They all follow my example and rube their hands down their faces. They're aren't used to the masks. They haven't been doing this for four years, unlike me. I've been at this since The end of freshmen year. 4 years to the day, I'm 18 by the way. Travis is 10 months younger, our parents wasted no time.

Ashley moves as she sleeps, snuggling deeper into my chest. Brian snorts beside us, I glare at him, moving so I can wrap my arms around her, just right so that it looks like I'm stretching. Brian's not fooled

"Would you too just make out already." He mutters. My hand reacts before I can think, smacking him across the face, hard. His head snaps around and smacks into the window. CRACK, TUMP. He rubs his neck as the boys up front pause in their war of sex noises and bullet throwing, to laugh quietly at him. She sleeps on.

The house looms in the distance, it was huge and white, 4 story's and a basement. Plus it looked out over the river, part of the living room was actually sticking out over the water, witch was 15 feet below. The balcony of my room was placed on top of the living room. One easy jump off my balcony and your swimming. About 20-25 feet down, but not enough to kill you.

Travis parks the truck in the garage. They all get out, but I don't know how to get out without waking her. Travis comes over and holds onto her head while get out. Once I'm out I pull her over to me and carry her, bridal style, into the house. The guys snicker behind us, but for once I don't care.

I carry her all the way to my room, and lay her on my bed. I would put her in the guest room but Brian and Gregg our staying there. Plus I don't mind taking the floor, if I know that I'm giving my bed up for something this perfect.

I grab a pair of my sweat pants and a shirt and lay them folded on the chair along with a note:
hay Ashley, the bathroom is through the door to the left, you can take a shower and change, I laid some close out 'cause I wasn't sure if you wanted to change. I'll come get you at 8:00 for dinner, warning you can get lost in this place so call me if you do get lost. It's (509)-243-5678
-Spike

I head down stairs to order dinner, I hope she likes Panda Express.
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Plz don't try the number I don't know who's number it is, I don't even know where the zip code would be, seriously I typed in random numbers. The chapters not over yet but I really wanted to say that thx. Btw I changed my Mind, Ashley's POV now so yha.
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*Ashley's POV*
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I woke up in a dark room. Where the fuck am I. Okay the 4 guys, I was with them last, oh I must have fell asleep. Omg. wait. Did I.  Did I fall asleep on some one. Oh shit I bet it as the hot one, oh what as his name, oh Spike. Omg what if I drooled, or if I talked. Ughhhh. Wait I'm in a bed. Whose bed? Omg this is gunna be great, note the sarcasm.

I look at the bed side table, and notice the pile of wires and gadget laying it. A button on top of the pile says SNOOZ  it's an alarm clock, or at least the remains if one.

I get out of the warm bed and see a note on top of a neat pile of close. The note invites me to take a shower and change into the close. I do, the sweats are extremely comfy, and would only fit the oldest, Spike. I wish I knew his real name.

I stay in the room because the note says its easy to get lost here. Spikes number is also on the paper. I quickly pull out my phone and add him to my contacts. Just as I put my phone back in my pocket, there is a nock on the door

"Come in" I call towards the door. A guy steps in, he doesn't have his mask on. I can't tell who it is. He has a jet black mohawk that only sticks up about two inches, the sides of his head shaved. He smiles at me.

"Good your up." He says, I recognize the voice: it's Spike.
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Ha 1000 words

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