Adopt a Yognaught

Chapter 26

I headed to the therapists, twirling the ring around my finger as I went. It was beautiful; the amethyst gem shone in the afternoon sun. The silver gleamed as I twisted it in circles. All this time I thought about Luke. He promised he would fall in love with me, and that we'll be together forever. I smiled like a fool the whole time.

I stopped short when I was about to run into something. I looked up, and saw it was a lamp post. I blinked a few times, then stepped around the post. That's when I realized where I was.

I was on the same street where I was kidnapped. I even saw the posters of one of the girls who was kidnapped in a store window, forgotten since the kidnapper was caught.

I was frozen, the ring not important anymore. Memories came flooding back from that night, and I found myself turning around, not wanting anyone to sneak up on me. I felt my eyes heat up with tears, and I was about to run back when I heard a voice.

"Oh, hey! It's Hog Girl!"

My nose scrunched up at the familiar voice, and I turned around. Betty and her lackeys were standing a ways away from me. Her hair was fluffed up, and I could smell the beauty product. Her nails looked freshly painted, too.

"What do you want, prep?" I ask.

Betty looks surprised, then her gaze darkens. "I don't know what your problem is lately-"

"You don't know my problem?!" I ask. "Did you not hear me earlier?"

"Sorry," Betty says. "I don't speak crazy."

I ball my hands in fists and take deep breaths. Why is she picking a fight? I turn around and head back to the therapist building.

"Where are you going?" Betty asks.

"Why do you care?" I snap back.

"We want you meet our boyfriends!" Betty exclaims, and I stop. I turn around slowly.

There are older boys, looking quite a few years older than any of us, that materialized behind Betty and her lackeys. They all wore t-shirts and jeans, and all had crossed their arms. They looked too old to be their boyfriends.

"Meet our boyfriends, Steve, Harry, and Jim." Betty said. It sounded like she was rubbing it in my face.

"At least my boyfriend is the appropriate age," I mutter.

"What was that, Hog Girl?" Betty asks.

"Nothing," I say. "But why did you want me to meet your boyfriends?"

"It better be nothing," Betty said. Then she smirked. "I wanted you to meet my-our- boyfriends, because we're going to give you a warning." She narrowed her eyes at me while smirking.

"A warning? Now, why would I be scared of you?" I ask.

"Because," Betty grunted, and stopped smirking. "I know you go to the therapist."

My eyes widen. Even Betty's lackeys look surprised. "How do you know that?" I said just above a whisper.

"My uncle's your therapist," Betty said. "And if you don't listen to what I have to tell you, I'll tell the whole school your mentally insane, and you have to go to the therapist to keep from killing anyone."

"You wouldn't," I say, clutching the hem of my sweatshirt. But I already knew the answer.

"Oh, but I would." Betty said.

I rock on my feet while I decide what to do. She obviously wasn't joking; I could see it in her eyes. Her lackeys had joined in with her daring stare, after getting over the shock that I could be crazy. After a few minutes, I met her stare.