Kidnapped

Tight dresses and fake flirting

    The door opened and he threw in two dresses.

    We picked them up. I took the smaller one- it was light blue with soft fabric and looked VERY short.

    Kayla raised her eyebrow and held up hers- it was dark purple, strapless, and also looked very short.

    “This is like three sizes too small,” I said.

    “Yaaaaa,” Kayla replied.

    Well, we didn’t really have a choice. We went in the bathroom and changed. I brushed my hair and put it in a bun and then walked back outside. The dress was.....very tight.

    “This is really awkward,” I whispered to Kayla, who didn’t look very happy.

    “But you guys look hot,” Harry said.

    “Not helping,” Kayla said, but she smiled. And I blushed.

    Liam stood in the corner, looking awkward and avoiding eye contact.

    “Hurry up!” Jean’s voice yelled through the room.

    We walked over to his room- well, it was hard walking in that short of dresses- and he gave us high heels.

    “This will tie it together,” He said, and grinned. “Damn Kayla.”

    I just realized that he didn’t know that Harry knows about the fake break up. He still thought Harry and Kayla were broken up.

    Kayla looked down, and Harry’s face got red.

    “Okay, so where are we going?” I said, changing the subject.

    “This fancy restaurant called Olive Branch. Let’s go!”

    Krista was wearing a dress too, except her’s covered her butt. Unfairness. She glared at us- well, mainly Kayla- and then shimmied behind Jean.

    We followed them out of the hotel and into the van, then drove for ten minutes to the restaurant.

    Kayla leaned over and whispered to me, “So does Jean think we are dating in his mind?”

    “I guess so,” I whispered back.

    “Well,” Kayla said. “This is not good.”

     We got out of the car and walked into the restaurant. It was really big with glass chandeliers and flaming food.

    “Fireeeee!” Kayla yelled.

    “Shut up,” Raven said. “We don’t need anymore attention then we already have.”

    “I thought you guys liked attention,” I said.

    No response. Rude.

    A young, pretty waitress that Jean was smiling at took us to a small booth in the corner. I sat down next to Liam and Kayla. Harry was just about to sit down next to Kayla when Jean scooted next to her.

    Harry opened and closed his mouth.

    “There are plenty of other seats,” Jean said, sitting very close to Kayla. She looked like she was about to rip his head off.

    A different waiter came back to get our orders, and Jean looked disappointed.

    “Hi, I’m Josh, and I’ll be serving you,” He said. He was pretty fat and didn’t have the best face.

    “What happened to the girl?” Jean asked.

    He shrugged. “Okay, what can I get you?”

    I ordered pasta. Of course. So did Kayla and Krista, and the guys got steak or some meat or something.

    We ate the food pretty quietly.

    “So what are you going to do with us now?” Liam asked. He had barely talked at all today.

    Jean shrugged. “I dunno. What do you want to do?”

    “Really?” I asked.

    “No,” He replied. “Don’t you worry, I’ve got a plan.”

    We finished eating. “Kayla,” Jean whispered in my ear, “Come to the bathroom with me.”

    I bit my tongue. I pretty much had two options. One, go to the bathroom. Two, possibly die. Two seemed almost a little bit better.

    “Okay,” I said and stood up. I walked away not waiting for him. Marisa looked around like a puppy, “What is happening here!?”

    “Marisa...” Liam said, attempting and probably failing to calm her down.

    I stopped when we got the bathrooms, in the aisle between the GIRLS and BOYS. “What?” I snapped.

    “Hey!” Jean said angrily, “We’re still dating.”

    “You’d think hitting someone in the head would be obvious enough,” I muttered and Jean slapped my face hard but not hard enough to leave a mark.

    “Shut up,” he said harshly under his breath. “Now. Did you tell Marisa, Liam, and Harry about me making you?”   

    “No,” I said. “You didn’t give me much of a chance.”

    He sighed, looking revealed. “Good. Keep it that way.”

    “Or what?”

    “Let’s just say I still have those guys trained on your families. Now, I’m going to put my arm around you and we are going to go back to the table and sit down and I am going to kiss you on the lips, and you are going to pretend that you like it.”

    “Why?” I asked, actually remotely curious.

    “Cuz. I want the others to think that we’re actually dating.”

    I rolled my eyes and began to walk away, but he grabbed my arm and wrapped his around my waist, brushing my butt and I flinched. He moved it so that it was on the small of my back and I nodded, satisifier. We walked back to the table and Jean muttered, “Flirrrttt,” in a very annoying voice.

    I giggled quietly and buried my head in his neck which smelled like cigars. Ewww.

    He laughed and wrapped his arm around me, squeezing. I smiled and looked up. He stopped walking as we got nearer to the table and twirled me a little roughly but I doubt that the others could tell. He pulled me to him lightly and I let him and then he unfortunately kissed me.

    His lips were pretty much the exact opposite of Harry’s. They were smaller, wetter, and tasted (again) like Cigars and I had to try really hard not to gag as we pulled away and throw up.

    I sat down and bit my tongue again because I didn’t trust myself not to leap up and start screaming.

    Jean wrapped one arm around my chair and I looked to see Marisa giving him a death glare (if looks could kill he would literally be dead, Liam looking anywhere but at Jean and me, Jean’s goons whistling and laughing, Krista smirking, and Harry staring, lips pressed tight and red-faced.

    “How about we head back to the hotel now, Jean?” I said trying to sound sweet but I’m not sure I can pull off sweet.

    “Okay,” he said.

Purple dress is the dress Kayla wears! Marisa's will be posted on the chapter before this one if you guys want to go back and look at it!!! BYEEE LOVLIES!!!<3