Kidnapped by the Mafia

Chapter 2

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Troy pulls me out of my thoughts by tugging on my hair "Okay, Heaven so if you're not into cookie dough, If you get what I mean." He wiggled his blond eyebrows. "Do you want to play a little game?" He looked at me expectantly.

A game? This could end badly my reasonable self said, I haven't heard from her in a long time.

"What kind of game?" I asked a little hesitantly. With Troy anything can happen in a game, or dare. One time I got dared to go running around my neighborhood in nothing but lacy underwear and bra. I got pulled over by a very horny police officer. If it weren't for Troy who showed up minutes later I would have ended up in prison for killing a man.

"It's called kiss and count. Its exactly like it sounds. You kiss total strangers and who ever has the most amount of kisses wins!" His eyes brighten with the idea.

I laughed, he can't possibly be serious. Do you know how many germs, or diseases a person can have? 

"What?" he asks innocently.

I stopped laughing when I realized he was serious."Your not serious?" 

"Dead." His eyes gleamed. "Unless of course you're afraid you're going to lose."

There's something everyone knows about me; I am never afraid of a challenge. My father would sometimes say that he doesn't know if he should be proud or scared about that side of me. So I sighed and gave in and accepted the challenge.

"Never" I said narrowing my eyes. I was afraid of many things but losing wasn't one of them.

He laughed when he saw the determined look in my eye's. "Okay baby cakes we have an hour. Start your timer." He was hopping in place from foot to foot, in excitement. It was cute how he would get so excited by the smallest of challenges. You can see the happiness in his eyes and I loved him even more every time.

I got out my phone and set the timer for an hour,

"Okay" he said crouching like he's in a race. "Remember Waites, Run like there's a hot guy in front of you and a creepy one behind you." He looked at me with a mischievous smirk on his face "Ready?"

"Set" Where did he come up with that? 

"GO!" I saw him shoot off like sonic the hedgehog. but laughing like woody the woodpecker.

I bursted out laughing while shoving my way past people dancing to the loud music that's playing from a concert somewhere in the crowd. But I can't think about that right now. I have to beat him. there's no way i'm going to let him beat me this time. He usually always wins.

I scan the crowd for someone. Walking through the crowd looking for someone unoccupied. I turned around and I bump into Troy. I stumble but he catches and he's staring intensely into my eyes. His face is inches from mine and his arms on my lower back making my breath hitch. His dark brown eyes held lust and some other emotion I can't make out.

"Troy what are you doing? You're trying to distract me from the game!" Is he scared he's going to lose? I tried pushing out of his arms, but he held me tightly and I couldn't move.

"I've wanted to do this ever since seventh grade." He whispers huskily. What? What is this boy talking about?

"Troy what are you talking about? Are you okay? Are we quitting the game?" I'm so lost. Why won't he let me go?

"Remember that one time when we were twelve in Ms.Johnson's science classroom and you called me pimples?"  His eyes searching my face for something