Kidnapping the Gang Leader

4 - Kidnapping the Kidnapper

Tunage: Never Saw It Coming - Tigers Jaw

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"What's your favorite color?"

I looked up with an amused smile to an awkward looking Damien, who was sitting at his desk with a notepad in front of him.

"Really, that's the question you ask? We're supposed to get deep and personal Damien." I watched his pupils dilate just a bit when I spoke his name, sending hoards of butterflies into my stomach.

"Fine, why're your eyes different from that night?" I stiffened gently, my fingers clenching as I averted my gaze.

"What're you talking about? My eyes are the same." He shook his head, giving me a stern gaze.

"I know they're not. They're plain brown right now, but a week ago only one eye was brown." I bit my lip as I fiddled with a pen, not daring to look into his eyes. I knew as soon as I did, I wouldn't be able to lie.

"I don't like my eyes. I use to get made fun of in school for them; I'd get called a witch or a demon or something insanely stupid." That technically wasn't a lie, it just wasn't the entire truth.

My dear old father never settled his debt with the gang, so they unfortunately were looking for me. I've been wearing brown contacts since then, and dyed my hair a lighter brown than my normal shade. My eyes were always a dead giveaway, and contacts pissed me off since I only wore one to cover the green blue, so as soon as I'd get home I'd rip it out.

"I think they're beautiful." I looked up warily, his gaze hot on me. My skin flushed as I took in a breath, turning back to my notepad.

"Why do you ask like such an ass at school?" I saw him tense up out of the corner of my eye, his jaw clenching.

Probably shouldn't have called him an ass.

"None of your fucking business, thank you for insulting me though." I rolled my eyes, writing down 'ass' underneath his name.

"Fine, then tell me your favorite food."

The rest of our night went like that, a few deep questions thrown in here and there. I found out he loved dark blue, hated sushi and loved sandwiches, and was afraid of clowns. Who would've known the 6'4 Italian badass was scared of clowns?

He learned that I loved sushi but wasn't a big fan of pizza; (which earned me a scolding from him.) loved maroon and wasn't a big fan of clowns either. Too much makeup honestly and kinda reminded me of Courtney.

Cue shiver.

"Do you play video games?" I shrugged, my eyes skimming over the words I had written down about him over the past hour or so. I'd watch the way his body moved, how he tried not to put to much pressure on his left leg and how he didn't flinch as slamming doors. I knew his group of friends were down in the living room below us by their constant shouts and loud TV.

"I'm game to play, I just haven't played in about five years." Dad loved video games, when he wasn't hacking something on his computer he was almost always playing World of Warcraft, which became a game we would stay up till four am playing. Probably not the best game for a 13 year old to play, but oh well.

He stood up and motioned for me to follow him, the cold air assaulting me as soon as I stepped out of his warm room. I ran my hands through my dark hair, more than likely making it look more wild than it usually did. My eyes trained on his back as Damien walked, his shirt tight against his muscles.

I mentally stabbed myself a million times. He didn't like me, and I couldn't even afford to like him. If I caught feelings for Damien Asher, I was dead along with him; gang or no gang.