On The Run With James Dean [UNDER RECONSTRUCTION]

Six - "What the hell am i doing in your basement, Killian?!"

The next morning I got up and went through my usual routine before leaving to pick up Jess.

"So I was thinking of Red." She said, utterly confusing me.

"Red. Right." I said, not knowimg what the hell she was talking about.

"For my dress, Marie. I'm looking at going in red." She explained.

"Oh, right. Thats a good choice. Red looks great on you." And it really did. With her dark brown hair, and golden skin; red was definitely her colour.

"What about you? What colour are you thinking?" She asked me.

"I haven't decided between dark green or black." Black was the easy choice - it's flattering and classic. But having red hair and pale skin, dark green suited me.

"I think you should go with the dark green. Black is great but alot of girls will be wearing it so green will stand out ." She said, making a good point.

We pulled up to the school and walked to our lockers as usual. As I opened my bag i realised I didn't have my history book with me.

"Oh shit, I left my history book in my car. I'll meet you in class." I told Jess.

"Well be quick, the bell is about to ring and you know Mr Hardy will have your head served on a platter at the next teachers meeting if you're late."

"I know, I know. I'll be quick, I promise." I shut my locker and ran to my car. I was so engrossed in what I was doing I didn't notice the motorcycle parked next to my car. The bell rang and I tried to quickly shove the book in my bag but instead I dropped my bag, spilling it's contents onto the floor.

"For the love of God!" I yelled to myself. As I bent down to grab my stuff, my forehead made contact with something solid.

"Ow! Jesus fuck!" I raised my hand to touch my forehead and felt something warm and wet against my fingers. Blood. My world began to spin and the last thing I felt before my eyes closed was the cold hard metal of the car against my back.

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My eyes slowly opened to be met with an orange blur. It was warm against my skin and crackled in the silence. As my eyes began to focus a fire place came into view. I tried to remember what happened, but all I could remember was dropping my bag on the ground and after that was completey blank.

I was lying on a sofa, in a room lit only by the orange glow from the fire. There was a blanket over me and my shoes had been neatly placed on the floor, next to me. I stood up, but did so far too quickly and immediately had to sit back down as it made me dizzy.

The silence of the room was broken by the sound of a door opening and closing from behind me. I turned around to be met with a set of wooden stairs. Was I in a basement?

Oh my God have I been kidnapped?!

The familiar sound of clomping  was making its way down the stairs and a feeling of apprehension came over me. I wanted to know more about him, sure but Jesus, I was thinking of spending time with him by getting a bite to eat or something - not by being kidnapped by him!

Killian reached the bottom of the stairs and in his hands was a glass of water and a bottle of pills. For some reason I grabbed the blanket that had been on me and pulled it to me. I didn't know what I thought it would do to protect me but it's not like I'd ever been kidnapped before.

"You're awake." He said expressionless.

"Yeah. Uh.. What happened? Where am I?"

"My basement."

"What the hell am i doing in your basement, Killian?!"

"Calm down. You practically threw yourself onto my boot and knocked yourself out. You had a nasty cut on your head so I brought you here and stitched you up." So that's what my head hit.

To give you an idea of the ridiculous effect he had on me, look at the situation I'm currently in and how a normal  person would react - a normal persons first thought would be 'why didn't he take me to the school nurse or take me to the hospital?' 

Instead I said nothing and lifted my hand to my injured head and winced at the touch.

"Here." He handed me the glass of water and bottle of pills. "Take 2." He said before sitting down on the chair next to the sofa. I looked at him suspiciously.

"Relax, they just pain killers." He reassured me. I took the pills and within a few minutes I felt much more relaxed.

"Why did you bring me here? I mean, you could've taken me to the school nurse." I tentatively asked.

"They would've asked too many questions. It was easier this way." He told me. Not sinister at all.

"But it was an accident. Right? Why would they have asked questions?"

"They just would have. We can't risk-" He stopped himself from finishing the sentence.

"Can't risk what?" I asked.

"Nothing." He replied.

"It's obviously not nothing." I told him.

"Look, I stitched you up, and made sure you were okay, so just drop it." He barked. Despite feeling more relaxed in general because of the magic pills he gave me, his lack of explanation started to piss me off.

"Yeah you took care of me and I'm grateful for that. But you also practically kidnapped me and allowed me to wake up without knowing where the hell I am, so i deserve some answers." I said, sternly.

"You dont deserve shit. Especially after what you did to my bike and all the crap you've gotten me in at school. Not to mention the fact that my parents won't shut the fuck about you. I didn't have to help you but I did, so how about you say thank you and drop it." He yelled at me. Why the hell were his parents talking about me?

Actually, that's besides the point right now. The point was that I didn't know what was wrong with me to think that he and I could possibly be friends when he keeps showing me time and time again that he's nothing more than a douche-bag.

"I told you that was an accident. Black ice is called black ice for a reason - it's fucking invisible! And not only did I apologise for the that but I also told you I would pay for any damage - not that there was any damage, which you failed to fucking tell me! But there's no need to be a dick about it." I stood up and began to walk towards the stairs. "Oh but thank you kind Sir for being my knight in shining fucking armour!" I spat; my words oozing with my father's famous sarcasm.

I began to climb the stairs to leave but after climbing a few steps, I felt my world spinning again before landing on something soft and warm.