The S.T.F. Files, Book 1: S.T.F.

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Damien's POV

"Let's go! Wake up!" Riza yells at us. I turn onto my side and snuggle more into comfort. One by one, everyone else wakes up. Cleo jumps on top of me. Ugh, she was heavy...or was it the shiny stuff?

"Come on! Cleo wants to go. Or should Cleo give you a kiss?" Cleo whispers in my ear. I don't move. I wanted her to kiss me. Instead, she whacks me with her spoon.

"Cleo should use drastic measures than," Cleo tells me. I hear a knife being pulled out.

"Ok! Ok! Cleo!" I yell, climbing up the tree. I felt safer up here until I see that thing.

"Sp-sp-sp...sp-sp-sp," I can't get the world out.

"What?" Aly asks pissed.

"Spider!" I yell and jump out of the tree and onto Riza.

"Et offup ma," I hear something. I stand up.

"Where's Riza?" I ask. Everyone else was hiding behind the tree.

"Whats wrong?" I look at their scared faces. I turn around.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Dimitri's POV

Well, we have been traveling for a few days. Damien groans. I knew how he felt. To be burned alive by Riza to the point that if someone touched you, you would turn to ashes. I had felt that pain a long time ago and I was not going back.

"Finally! A city!" Alagretto runs.

"Stop!" Riza orders. "Now, I'm gonna tell ya'll something. You better act like you have common sense. Got it?"

"Yes, mother," I say. I get the evil eye in return. When we enter the city, all we see is girls wearing kimonos and boys in regular clothes.

"Hey! Why aren't ya'll in these here kimonos, my beautiful ladies," a man asks. Damien, Alagretto, and I glare at the dude.

"We aren't here to play games. Where is the nearest airport and where are we?" Riza asks.

"Feisty, aren't we? Maybe I can change that with a trip to my house," the dude slips an arm around Riza's back and touches her butt.

"That's it!" Alagretto says, punching the dude in the throat and knocking him onto the floor.

"You're gonna answer the questions right now," Damien puts his foot on the dude's stomach.

"I can't. It's against the law. I can only tell you if you have the proper clothes on," the man gets the words out.

"And what clothes are these?" Aly eyes the man.

"You see it! The girls must wear kimonos," the man says.

"Fine. Where is the store?" Cleo says. "Tell a lie and the shwiney things will punish you severely."

"Shwiney things?" the man asks.

"Where's the store?" Riza says impatiently.

"Down the street," the dude points. We walk into the store and soon the girls had on the kimonos. But, everyone was still cranky from their rude awakening.

"Cleo loves this kimono!" Cleo eyes herself in the mirror.

"Yeah. It looks great on you," Damien comments.

"Do you like this kimono?" Aly looks at me. It was red with black cherries all over. I remembered our fight in Paris. I wasn't going to admit that I had feelings for her. Not after she acted like a whinny baby. Until she apologized, I didn't care.

"It suits you," I say.

"Do you like me?" Aly says.

"Not really," I look away. Aly glares at me.

"Do you..." Aly starts.

"Whatever it is, the answer is no," I tell her.

"Do you want to live?" Aly says with a dark voice. She steps toward me.

"Aly...you're kidding right. Stop playing," I hit the wall behind me.

"Good night," Aly says. I shut my eyes and seriously hope I don't die. Instead, I feel Aly's lips on mine. She steps away when I open my eyes.

"What..." I say surprised.

"I'm sorry," ALy tells me, then she flounces away to see what Riza's kimono looked like.