Hanging With The Bad Boys (Edited)

Chapter 2- H-how Did I Get Here?

I wake up on a bed similar to mine, surrounded by green walls and motorcycle posters, with clothes scattered on the floor and one window.

Groaning, I recall the last thing before passing out: getting beaten up. I check my phone—it's 5:30 PM. I've been out for two hours. A text from Dad appears.

Dad: Working late again. There's money in your drawer, and Chelsea will be over for dinner Friday.

Chelsea is my dad's new girlfriend after Mom was sentenced to life in prison for murder three years ago. She had killed my dad's jealous secretary. At least no one knows it's my mother.

I get out of bed and open the door, hearing noise downstairs. As I descend the stairs, I gasp—there are six bad boys waiting for me.

Justin is the leader, Kyle the jock, twins Jordan and Jacob—Jordan flirts while Jacob jokes—Luke is quiet, and Carlos is the prankster. They all stare at me, Jordan grinning widely.

I stutter, "H-how did I get here?"

Jacob smiles, "We kidnapped you."

"Kidnap?" I gasp.

Justin smirks. Let me describe the guys: Justin has curly brown hair and silver-gray eyes. Kyle has short dirty blonde hair and light brown eyes. Jacob has brown hair and blue-green eyes; Jordan has black hair and the same eye color. Luke sports jet-black hair and ocean-blue eyes, while Carlos has dark brown hair and gray cloud eyes.

I'm annoyed that no one is answering. Luke hands me my bag.

"Thanks, but since I'm not wanted here, I'll be leaving," I say.

"No, we're going to talk. Besides, you'll be bored at home," Justin chuckles.

I sigh and walk into the large living room—it's slightly bigger than mine. My dad owns a successful business, so I live in a mansion with a pool, hot tub, theater room, and game room. I sit on the couch, the boys filling in after me.

"Ana, you look lovely today," Jordan says.

I frown and tap him on the back of the head.

"Looks like your charm doesn't work on her," Justin laughs.

He sighs, texting on his phone while Luke flips through channels on the TV.

Breaking the silence, I say, "I need to go home."

Kyle replies, "She's right. Ana, we'll pick you up at 7:30. I mean Justin will—just give us your address."

"I don't trust you. How can I be sure you're not just bullies who'll egg my house?" I retort.

"She has a point, but Ana, we're not like that," Carlos assures.

"Fine, 7:30 AM sharp. Here's my address," I sigh.

Luke's eyes widen. "You live in that neighborhood? Do you know Mr. Alvin Montez?"

Not many know he's my dad—just the teachers and principal since my mom registered me.

I smirk, "Yes, I know him."

I don't mention our relationship because I don't trust them.

"I bet his daughter is pretty, although I didn't see her on the news when her mom got arrested," Jordan says.

I sigh, wishing they knew the truth. "Well, I want to go home. Whose house is this?"

"Mine. Let me drive you home, Ana," Justin replies.

"Okay."

I'll let him drop me two houses down and walk the rest.

"This is me. Thanks for the ride and whoever rescued me earlier," I say, and he stops the car.

"No problem. Tomorrow evening, we're going shopping for new clothes," he responds.

"What?! I'm not going to any party Friday, so I'm not doing that," I state.

"Then Saturday. See you tomorrow, Ana," he says.

"Yeah, later, bad boy," I smirk as I get out.

I wait until he's out of sight before heading home. I walk up the stairs, unlock the front door, and step inside. I reheat a burger from yesterday, eat, shower, then put on sweatpants and a big T-shirt.

Settling on my large bed, I turn on my flat-screen TV and browse Netflix, deciding on the action movie *Suicide Squad*. I grab popcorn and soda and lie down.

After that movie, I watch *White House Down* with Jamie Foxx and Channing Tatum. When it ends, it's past eleven. My dad's vehicle pulls up in the driveway as I drift off, thinking what a day it's been.

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