The bad boy knows how to love.

Building Trust

Generally, I would protest against such actions physically, with punches and hits, you know. But in this current situation, I was limited in my physical abilities as my hands were both firmly attached to my skirt, holding it down so that there are no chances of anyone, including J, being witness to my cherry print underwear. Instead, I settled for voicing my protests by shouting various profanities and threats in his ear. Demanding to be put down and released back into the school. Ineffectively.

Once he reached his car, he gently threw me onto the back seats and slammed the door shut. My first instinct was to open the door and run for my life, but this plan quickly turned out to be impossible once I noticed that a child lock was instilled on the doors. I let out a really long huff and relaxed into the seats crossing my arms on my chest.

Before I could think of any more escape strategies, Jack was already seated in the car, reversing out of the school car park.

Throughout the journey I was debating whether to speak to him or give him the silent treatment. Obviously I had so many questions to ask him, about where were going and why he decided to fricking kidnap me. But I thought that not talking to him might be the only effective method for ruining his evil schemes, whatever they might be. Besides, I still hated him for being a player who uses girls like toys, or at least I tried to hate him. It's a constant struggle.

About 10 minutes into the journey I started getting bored, neither one of us was talking, and my silent treatment could not be effective if I had nothing to be silent in response to. Any other person in this position would probably express a lot more worry and fear. Technically I am being kidnapped, held against my will, the kidnapper is acting suspiciously, were going to an unknown destination etc. But I can't help feeling calm, maybe a little angry yeah I'll admit that, but definitely not scared. At this point I realise, it's impossible for me to fear Jack. No matter what people say about him, what his reputation defines him as, how he acts. None of it matters. When I'm around him I always feel safe, even on those days when I wish I could punch him in the face. Even on those days I feel like he will keep me safe, and that's not a feeling I can control, he just brings it out I guess.

"So you're just not gonna say anything?" He asks from the front seat of the car, turning down the car radio.

I pout my lip slightly and extend my jaw in my best attempt at looking annoyed. Looking out the window to seem uninterested, I notice that were on a road I've been on before. More importantly, it's the road same road I've been on before with the same person. At least that's one answer I've figured out myself. We're going in the direction of the woods he took me too when we first met. Considering the circumstances, knowing this actually made me smile, luckily being in the back seat means Jack couldn't notice. Without warning, however, J turned his face and caught a second of me smiling out the window before I could put my poker face back on, he grinned in response.

"You know where were going" it was a statement, not a question but I felt like it required a response so I decided to cut the silent treatment short there and then.

"Yeah" I said, simultaneously deciding that I'm sick of being in the back seat, thus climbing over through the middle of the car and sliding into the front seat like I used to when I was a child. When mummy used to let me and Jess take turns in sitting in the front seat of the car. It was such a big deal back then, I remember we used to argue about it all the time but at the end Jess would always be the one to give in and let me have the seat, like the amazing sister that she is.

I shake the sad memory off and place my attention back to Jack who's currently looking a little freaked out. That's it, now you know how I feel, I think to myself. I didn't fail to notice the way he was shamelessly checking me out as I moved from one part of the car to the other. No discretion whatsoever.