Jacqueline POV
I finished the song and I was looking into Ross's eyes. I didn't know how to break the eye contact without being awkward. I took his hand and whispered "I have to go now. Back into the crowd. It's you they want to hear, not me."
"But," he protested "You were amazing! They won't mind."
"Ross, it's okay. Maybe I can see you later?" He knew I had to go. He couldn't let me stay on stage all night. The girls in the crowd wanted his attention.
"Fine. How about you come to the tour bus after the concert?"
"Okay." I said. "Look for the girl on a yellow penny board with pink wheels." His face lit up when I said this.
"You mean.." I pressed my fingers to his lips.
"Shhhh....I'll see you later." Then I leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Into the mic I said "Kill it, rockstar!" and the jumped off the stage followed by my friends. As I walked through the crowd, I still couldn't believe what I had just done and neither could Maura or Brooke. All the girls were giving me death glares...I'm not sure how I expected them to react, but this wasn't it. Their glares made me feel uncomfortable so I ushered my friends out of the crowded venue to get some peace, but once I stepped out into the crisp air I realized we were followed.
There were three girls...followed by three guys. They were at least twenyt one and double my size. One of the girls stepped forward and said "What do you think you're doing up there with Ross? You think you're hot stuff?"
Then another one said "Hot enough to kiss him?"
And the third added "How old are you? Twelve?" They all laughed harshly. She continued, "He's ours. So to teach you a lesson we brought some of our friends." They all stepped to the side to reveal the guys. It was terrifying. I knew I couldn't talk my way out of this one, but I tried anyway.
"I understand. But can you at least let my friends go? They didn't do anything wrong. They don't deserve to be punished."
The girls looked at each other until one finally said, "Fine. But they have to go back into the venue. I don't want them running to the police." She paused and when nothing happened she yelled in Brooke's face "Go!" Brooke and Maura scurried back through the guards. I prayed to God that they would get help because I had no chance.
The men closed in on me and began to hit me. Everywhere. A punch in the face. A kick in the ribs. It went on for a few minutes, and I could tell they were just having fun now. Soon they would get serious. I was helpless. But then, one of them pulled out a knife. I screamed at the top of my lungs as I felt my arms being pulled behing me. I struggled against the man, but he was too strong.
