Stuck in Time

Chapter 3

I step back in to the empty dorm and start to strip of my clothing.

I run into the bathroom and turn the knob in the shower to hot.

As I wait for steamy water, red and blue flashing lights are shining through the curtains. I walk over and pull the curtain over my exposed areas and watch the police men and woman walk into the house.

Too many police cars to name where covering the street. I only thought about three people:

Marisa, Alana, and Kyle.

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Alana's POV:

"Gwen? Gwen?" I yell. But there's no point in yelling. The music is too loud to hear anyone. I feel as of more people have come into the frat party. I look left and right to find her and still nothing.

"What if she's drunk? What if she- ah!" I gasp. I search for Kyle. I mean this is a good thing if she's with him, but I don't think she's ready.

"Kyle. Kyle?!" I say until my wrist is attached to a hand.

"Now why would a pretty girl like you be wondering around at a party, alone, yelling for someone? You do know that possibly no one could hear you for how loud it is." The shadow calls out.

"Leave me alone." I say ripping my hand away.

"What is your name babe?" The stranger asks.

"I don't think you need to know that." I reply.

"You don't have to be afraid. I'm not an idiot. I'm not gonna hurt you." He says.

I could get the feeling that he was trying to be nice, but in a way I was really scared and needed to find everyone.

"Look. Have you seen a boy and girl named Kyle and Alana?" I ask hoping for a answer but knowing he wouldn't know such a thing.

"Now where would they be heading love?" He remarks. My facial expressions give him the answer.

"Oh. Well I- no. No I haven't seen them. Many people are going upstairs." He says.

"Well I need to go find them." I say turning around.

"Wait babe. Can I come with you?" He questions.

I turn around facing him once more. And he walks out. The light immediately shines on his face. He was such an attractive guy and me a beast talking to him? His eyes were brown, but not too too brown. And his face was in perfect condition. And his hair. Black and spiked up a little. His eyes staring into my eyes was like a parade of romance. He looked dangerous, but loved like a lover.

"I'm sorry. But I hardly know you and I really need to go." I say.

"Now wait just a second. I get it. There your friends and this is your business. I'm sorry about interrupting you. But I'm Zayn Malik. You are?"

"Alana."

We stare but not for long. Police start banging on the door. I was worried sick. I do a little jump and a tiny gasp. Zayn sees my worry and wraps his arm around my shoulders.

My heart beating inside. I didn't know if I was scared of the cops or love.

But I let him continue holding on to me.

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Gwen's POV:

As I watch and search through the window for either Marisa, Alana, or Kyle I think.