Shy girl no more

chapter two

(I know the last chapter didn't end so that you would want ro read more,so i apologise. But pls comment and let me know what you all think.)

*Sashas POV*

Thank goodness she's gone. I though after we each went our ways to our classes. Honestly, somedays I wonder why I  don't just dump the girl and enjoy the popularity that wil flood me and push my reputation to the top.

I know it sounds kind of harsh, but that girls is just so...nerdy! Sometimes i think some of her nerdiness might be rubbing off on me...

As I sit down I sigh with frustration. I knew that someday I would have to tell her...I just dont know how! Ughhhh. History. How joyful.

*At lunch*

*Hannah's POV*

As I walk to my locker I see that Sasha isn't there.
'That's strange.' I think. 'She always waits for me and then we would walk to the cafeteria together...' and then I saw Blake walk past. "H-hey Blake" I said. He just smirked at me and shoved me into my locker.
'Owwwwww.' I thought but brushed it off and remembered that Sasha was not here.

'Oh well, she probably got hungry again.' I said to myself, rolling my eyes and thinking of the time that she was on her knees begging people for food and/or money. I silently laugh to myself whilst walking toward the cafeteria but when I got there I stoppes dead in my tracks. There sat Sasha, my best friend since grade 3, at the CPR (cool, popular and rich:)) table. She caught my eye and I saw this...satisfaction and look of disgust on her face. she dumped me. Somehow, I knew this day would come. It was what all my nightmares were about.
I turned around and ran out of the cafeteria with tears in my eyes. I knew where I had to go. Home.
'I'll just stay there till I die.' I decided.

*Sashas POV*

I locked eyes with a teary eyed Hannah. I don't feel bad. Ok...well maybe a little bit. But it doesn't matter now, whats done is done.

*hannah's POV*

As I ran across the parking lot towards my car, I see a black car with tinted windows following me. A bad sign. I start picking up my pace and turned a corner. The car followed. 'Shit.' I thought. Then suddenly I was tackled from behind. "Rape!" I shouted. "Wow, she's pretty strong." A strange voice said. Suddenly realising that a bag has been put over my head. "Yup, she will work." Another, more masculine voice said. Obviously the one in control. "Put her in the car." He said.

As I was thrown into the back of the car I saw a muscled upper body of... no, it can't be...