The Three Musketeers → fanfic. (DISCONTINUED)

《 Prom 2/3 》√

Behold, a new update! Work and truckloads of essays kept me busy. Sorry for the long awaited chappie! ;( Enjoy, my loves! I know I said this would be out before October, but please bear with me! With winter just around the corner, my life is pretty cramped up right now. Happy Thanksgiving, and I hope this made up with the wait!

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A TGGBB One-shot ~ Prom

The next few hours of the night whirled by. Jordan and Declan was arguing like crazy while Bennett was keeping his cool, as expected. Surprisingly, nobody danced with me yet.

Eventually, everybody got worn out. I walked across the cafeteria and carried on to the fruit punch. I could smell the heavenly aroma of...well, fruit punch.

Sip by sip turned into slurp by slurp, and slurp by slurp turned into cup by cup.

My vision turned slightly blurry before going all out on me. The next thing I knew, I blacked out.

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"What about the girl? She'll be awake anytime soon now."

"Shut up! The reason why she will wake up is because of your loud voice."

"Sorry. Oh look, I think she's awake!"

A boy my age walked towards me. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping that he didn't notice my hands behind the chair, tugging on the rope.

I could feel his eyes boring into mine. Fortunately for me, he showed no sign that he would hit me or kick me. I didn't dare to open my eyes, but I could hear his footsteps getting fainter.

"Nope, she didn't wake up yet. My bad."

I shuddered.

"Exactly what I thought."

Now that I think of it. His voice did sound familiar.

"Especially since Dominic is back, I can't risk having her wake up. Nice job, Jacob. You are now dismissed."

So predictable. And so I thought that he had changed. Maybe it's time for me to be his punching bag again.

Anger consumed me, and I suddenly noticed that the rope had gotten lose.

So I decided to make a run for it.

Hold up, did you think I was that stupid? I would never run without a plan. That's like me committing suicide.

Raymond's back was facing me, which simplifies my escape by a whole lot. He was also talking on his phone, which was even better.

Unfortunately, I can't fight.

I analyzed the room, taking sight of the few windows and many wooden chairs. My eyes roamed around the room, landing on my phone sitting on a wooden table.

My rope was almost off.

"Okay. See you in a few- Oh, okay, sure!"

I won't have enough time to initiate my so called "plan" if I don't start now.

My rope was off.

I forcefully yanked my hands from the rope without managing to make a noise. I tip-toed over to my phone. I stumbled.

"What was that?"

He turned to the empty chair and the pile of ropes on the floor.

I screamed in my mind and dove underneath the table with my phone.

I opened the app that Jordan created and activated my location.

"Oh Naomi, come out, come out, where ever you are!"

He jumped behind a wooden barrel.

"Gotcha."

I wasn't there.

He shook his head.

"What a shame."

"Oh Naomi, you know you want to come out."

I trembled.

He jumped behind the wooden table.

I'm screwed.

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-To Be Continued...

WooHoo! First cliffhanger. What did you think of that, aye? *wiggles eyebrows* Hope this made up for the tedious wait. Suggestions? Leave a comment. Don't forget to click the '☆'!

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