Kidnapped

Get cho lips out of mah

 Steve was in my dreams that night. I enjoyed that. I was awoken by a bird chirping outside and a lion roaring.

          “NO DON’T KILL ME!” I yelled, shooting out of bed.

          “Chill out, girl,” Kayla told me. “You are a freak.”

          “I’m hungry,” I said.

          “Congratulations.”

          “Gr.”

          “You guys are so strange,” Liam said, waking up.

          “You just noticed that?” Kayla asked him.

          “Blah,” Harry said, waking up too. “I feel like crap.”

          “I was covered in crap,” Liam said.      

          “Touché,” He replied, raising his eyebrow.

          Jean knocked on the door and it fell on the ground.

          “Good morning,” He said, and Raven and Gage followed inside.

          “So you want to kill us?” Harry asked, turning his head.

          “Perty much,” Jean said. I heard a buzzing noise and turned to see a fat, black fly flying around.

          “Oh, look a fly!” I said.

          “AHHHHHHH EEEPEP OH MY GOD!!! HOLY CRAP!” Kayla yelled, screaming and running around like a freak of nature that she was.

          “It’s a fly, chill out!” Raven said. We all looked at her strangely.

          “It’s big! And scary!” She said, looking petrified.

          “And a fly,” I said.

          “Anyway,” Raven said. “Let’s start the questions.”

          I don’t know why exactly but flies, really, really, REALLY scare me. Jean told me that I was going first.

          Still shaking with fear, I followed him out of the house. I expected him to take me to a dark room but instead he took me to a bright room, which is like, the total opposite of darkness. There was an orange couch and a few chairs, and it looked actually….nice.

          “Sit,” Raven said, motioning.

          I sat.

          “So,” Jean said, circling around the chair I was sitting on. “Kayla, you’ve been through this before.”

          “Been through what?”

          “Been through us questioning you about the others.”

          “Oh, yeah, I guess that I have.”

          An idea formed in my mind.

          “So we’re gonna ask you questions, and you’re gonna answer,” Jean said, standing rather close.  

          “Personal space,” I said.

          He took a deep breath and stepped away.

          “What’s the first question?”

          “Who is the leader of…you guys?”

          So this was the idea that I had: lie. I mean, they can’t tell, right? Hahah I’m funny.

          “Marisa,” I said. In reality, the “leader,” would probably be Liam. Harry and I were a little too caught up in….us, and Liam was just so sensible and he was able to stay on track. Unlike me. And Marisa was just too…Marisa like.

          “Okay,” Jean said slowly. “What is Harry’s biggest fear?”

          I laughed. He had told me once that he hated snakes. “Candy,” I said, “He’s terrified of sugar.”

          “Marisas?”

          Ooohhh, she was gonna thank me for this later. “She hates cookies.”

          “Liam?”

          “Cake.”

          “Really?” he asked.

          “Hey, we’re strange kids!”

          “Yours?”

          I grinned, in reality it was flies. I was gonna say, “Puppies.”

          “Okkkkayyyy,” Jean said. Then his expression changed. “Who is the smartest?”

          “Harry.” Lie.

          “Who is the toughest?” It would be Liam or Harry.

          “Marisa.”

          “Who is the quickest?”

          “Me.” Liam.

          I am so good at lying.

          “Who is the most laid back?”

          “Liam.” Me or Harry.

          This was great!

          “Who is the hottest?”

          Wait, did I hear him right?

          “What?”

          “Who is the hottest?”

          “Out of who??”

          “Everyone.”

          Might as well not lie and mess with Jean’s little hormonal head at the same time. “Harry,” I said, smiling.

          The next thing that I knew Jean’s lips were crashing into mine. I tried to pull away but man that ginger is strong. He tasted like cold coffee. Ewww.

          He finally let go and I stared at him in shock. Then I screamed.

          Harry, Liam, and Marisa came running into the room. “What happened?” Marisa asked.

          I jumped up, still staring at Jean. “He kissed me!” I said, “He tasted disgusting!”

          “He did what now?” Liam asked.

          “He. Kissed. Me.”

          Harry looked at Jean. In about 2 seconds he was on top of him, punching him like there was no tomorrow. Raven and Gage came and tore him away, and Liam ran over to help Harry.

          “BACK TO YOUR ROOMS!” Jean screamed.

          I walked away to go wash my mouth out.