"What happened to your eye?" He asks, I totally forgot. There's a little bruise next to my eye from when my mom got home last night.
"Oh uhh...uhhh I-I fe-fell," I stutter. "You fell? How'd you fall?" He asks. "Well it's none your business," I say...
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My eyes slowly open but I close them when the light shines. Am I dead? Oh shiz! That's right, I said shiz, be intimated.
I groan and open my eyes back up. Okay, I'm not dead. I'm just sitting in a chair, tied up. I kind of rather be dead. "Finally! Your up!" Someone says clapping.
The old man from earlier today comes into view. "I thought you were dead for a little bit." He chuckles.
"Let me out ya old grandpa!" I say wiggling in the chair. "Oh and why would I do that?" He asks raising an eyebrow.
"Because, I mean...look at this cute face. Do you really want to tie me up to a nasty chair?" I pout sticking my bottom lip out. "Yes, yes I do." He says nodding.
He snaps his fingers and someone comes out of one of the dark corners. He brings the old man a rag. He uses the rag to whip his face. My jaw dropped. "Damn, grandpa ain't really a grandpa. That was all make up? Makeup can do wonders. Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?" I smirk.
He rolls his beautiful blue eyes. "You know, if you didn't kidnap me and all...I would have totally went out with you." I say. "Well thank you sweets." He says.
"The fuck? Anyways...since I won't be getting out of here anytime soon...what's your name?" I ask. "That's non-" he starts.
"His name is Johnny." The other man says. "Haha! Johnny? Awww Johnny boy...could you please get me out of here?" I ask laughing. "No. Don't call me that. James, I told you to not tell anyone my name! You are so stupid! Get out of here!" He yells.
The man, who I am assuming is James, walks out of a door that's in the right corner.
"So Thalia-" He starts. "How do you know my name, Johnny boy?" I ask. "Stop calling me that. Are you always this way when getting kidnapped?"
"I don't know. I mean, it seems like I get kidnapped often," I smirk. "But I never get kidnapped by someone as hot as you, Johnny boy."
"I'm flattered, so do you flirt with your kidnappers often?" He asks crossing his arms. "Eh, sometimes." I say.
"Interesting. Well, Thalia...I better be on my way. I have some business to attend to." He says tapping on his watch. "Okay Johnny boy. Don't forget about me!"
"Oh, how could I forget about someone like you?" He asks. "I don't know. It seems like it happens a lot." I say. He ruffles his messy brown hair and shakes his head, his dimples showing. "Bye." He says.
"BYE JOHNNY BOY!" I yell. Trying to wave, but my hands are also tied to the chair. Okay, now...for a plan to get out of here.
A few hours...or minutes later, I don't know the time, nor the date. I have come up with a few ways to get out of here.
1. Make Johnny boy fall in love with my amazingness then run for the hills once I get the chance.
2. Try to run, oh wait...I can't. Oh well, I'll find some way.
3. Say I need to use the bathroom and when they let me off of the chair, I make a run for it.
Or my favorite 4. Be SO annoying to the point that he HAS to bring me back.
But what am I supposed to do in the meantime? This place is so boring. The door opens and Johnny comes in with a man I don't recognize. The scary man glares at me.
"This is Thalia." Johnny says. The man nods his head. "Hey, nice beard!" I say to the man. "How much for the girl?" He asks. "Excuse me? I am priceless! Johnny boy are you trying to sell me? I thought we were getting along. How dare you disrespect me and my wonderful ness!" I say.
"Do you have any other girls, and by any I mean ANY?" He asks. "No bitch. He doesn't have any other girls. He's mine back off. Don't worry babe, just untie me and I'll kill him!"
"No, and stop trying to get with me. Im your kidnaper, not your boyfriend." He says. "A girl can only dream..." I say shaking my head.
"This is the only girl. I need her to go away from here. Maybe Australia, England, Africa! Anywhere out of the United States!" Johnny boy says.
"OUUUU! I want to go to Paris with Johnny, the city of love, with two love birds." I say. "No, I'm not going with you."
"Why not? Fine then! I want to go to Italy! That is where Logan Paul is! I'M A LOGANGSTER FOR LIFE!" I yell. "Okay, shut up. You don't get to choose where you go."
"Why not? I am going there so I should get to choose!" I say. "Oh my god. Does this girl ever shut the fuck up? Deals off. I don't want her." The man says walking out of the door.
Well, the being annoying plan worked...on the wrong person. Johnny slowly turns to me, glaring at me hard. "...sorry?" I laugh nervously. His eye twitches. Oh goodness, what have I done?
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HEY YALL!! I hope y'all liked this...weird chapter...don't judge me. Okay? No judging is allowed. Anyways what plan do you think Thalia should go with?
