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Chapter Nine:
"Do you think she's in a coma or something? I can't even tell if she's breathing." A hushed voice right next to my ear said, waking me up to a half conscious slumber. If that's even a thing.
"Shhhh...she's moving. So no, she's NOT in a coma. She could have been, though, if you hit her even a little bit harder." The same voice said, but sounding like it was coming from a little behind me.
"I didn't mean to! She just...she freaked me out, okay? So I panicked." the voice said, moving back next to my ear.
"So you hit her with a baseball bat?! Because you panicked! We could have gotten arrested again!" the voice behind me said, growing louder with each word. I let out a groan, feeling a shock of pain run across the side of my head from the volume.
"Shhhh! You'll wake her up!" the voice next to me hear said loudly, causing my brain to fully awaken.
I blearily opened one eye, letting out a shriek as I saw two unfamiliar identical faces peering at me, literally nose to nose. They stumbled back, responding with two silly shrieks of their own.
"Who the FUCK are you?!" I roared, my voice sounding weak. I licked my chapped lips, suddenly aware of the enormous pain bouncing around my skull.
And then I remembered. Going to the mall, getting stranded, calling Fred, going to the club, getting drunk, break-dancing, forcefully throwing up, and then meeting these two. And blacking out.
And then I drew a blank. Because they fucking knocked me out!
"You!" I snarled, pointing at the one on the left and lunging towards her. She squeaked and jumped behind the other one.
"It wasn't me! She did it! She hit you!" she yelled. And then, suddenly, I realized I had no idea where I was.
I was just lying down on a bed in an average room. White sheets, wooden double bed, golden curtains. It kind of looked like a hotel room.
"Where the fuck am I?" I asked, panicking.
"Relax. You're at our house." the one who hit me answered, looking at me cautiously.
"Is that supposed to make me feel safe? Because it really doesn't." I said, rolling my eyes. I know, I know. I was being to calm. It wasn't normal.
But what good would come out of yelling and attacking them?
"What are your names, anyway?" I said, feeling a bit dumb for not asking before.
"I'm Tasia. And this is Alexis." The tougher one replied, gesturing to herself and Alexis.
"I'm Veronica. Call me Ron. So now that we have that cleared, can you tell me how I can get back to where I fucking belong." I said, feeling suddenly angry and irritated. I bet you no one had even noticed I was gone.
"Oh, that's easy. Our brother will take you. He goes to BBS." Alexis answered cheerfully, finally coming out from behind Tasia.
"How do you know what school I go to?" I inquired.
"Our brother recognized you." Tasia quickly said, glancing at Alexis nervously.
"And who exactly is your brother?" I said, feeling dread well up in my stomach. They were avoiding the subject.
"Ummm...Kevin. Kevin Schwolt."
A/N: Tadaaaaa! Now things are going to start spicing up. I hope you liked the chapter. And Kevin is just this really popular guy in her grade, in case you guys forgot. He sits behind her in detention. And beside her in Math. So anyways, vote and comment, blah blah blah. And don't forget to spread the word!!!
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