24 Hours

Chapter 3

Edited Feb. 24, 2015

Photo is Mona and Bartholomew

Song is Wake Me Up by Avicii ft. Aloe Blacc

~MJ~

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Mona-

I groan loudly and peel my eyes open slowly, I notice my glasses are off because everything is really, really blurry.

All I can see is the floor I'm on, dark red carpet that smells new, I hate that smell. I push my right hand along the carpet and push myself up slowly, my head begins pounding, I wince and suck air through my teeth.

I look up and see pieces of my dark hair in the way, but something past my hair moves, a figure? Maybe? 'Stupid glasses, now I won't be able to see who kills me so I can avenge my death.'

The figure is pretty tall, even without my glasses and on the floor I can tell they are probably close to my 6' height.

"Look who decided to wake up." A deep voice says belonging to the figure in front of me.

"Who the he-" I couldn't finish my sentence because a flood of coughs erupt from me, my throat is so dry it's like the Sahara Desert. I clutch my throat and continue coughing as the figure does nothing.

'I'm dying here, a little help?' I ask him in my head angry. I notice he's holding a cup of something, water I think.

I reach my hand out to the cup but he pulls his hand away saying, "nope, get one yourself, Princess" he says curtly turning away and disappearing into a fuzzy shape.

I get up on my feet still coughing, now furious reaching out so I don't run into anything, but being me, a klutz, I run into a table. I groan through the coughs but look around for a sink, or the color of metal to get to it.

I finally find it and 'rush over' meaning I walked slowly reaching out til I got to the sink a turned the water on taking water in my hand and into my mouth. Relief floods through me when I quit coughing, but I still can't see and my head is still killing me.

I slowly turn around not being able to tell where the figure went, so I say loudly, "where am I? And where are my glasses?"

Sudden movement catches my attention as my glasses are dangling in front of me in big hands waving them in a mocking way. I growl and snatch my glasses out of his hand and put them on. Another flood of relief goes through me once I can see,

The first thing I see is a small, round, wooden table with only two chairs and in the center of the table is a small vase with a single flower in it. I look past the table and see only one more thing, a king sized bed with a black, silk, blanket and red pillows.

' No windows, seriously?' I think to myself looking around the plain dark red walls that were so dark, they seemed black. There is a small chandelier over the table and two lamps on either side of the bed. Then the kitchen with a tiny fridge, capinets and a small sink, then lastly, a small door leading to the bathroom, hopefully.

Once I took in the surroundings, I finally end my gaze on the figure standing next to me. He had black hair that looked jelled but messed up kind of like a bed head. chisled jaw and piercing dark eyes followed his small frown on his face looking back at me curiously. He wore the regular 'badboy get up' white t-shirt, leather jacket, dark pants, and a 'I don't care' attitude vibe on him.

"You done checking me out? Or do you want to take me now?" He says raising his brow at me, I felt my cheeks heat up and look away saying,

"where are we, and who are you?" I ask looking at my outfit realizing I still look like a somewhat of a slut.

I hear him sigh and walk to the table, grabbing an envelope handing it to me. I look at him questioningly, but open the letter anyway:

'Hello Ms.Stevens,

I understand that you and Mr. Toms are very confused and possibly angry. You weren't kust chosen at random, you were picked out specifically. All questions will be answered in the end. You and Mr. Toms will stay in this room for 24 hours together. Once the 24 hours is up, you both may leave as if nothing happened and have no idea who Mr. Toms is as he will have no idea who you are, if you choose to not leave each other, well, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. We do have one rule though,

Do Not Fall In Love

Mr. Herz'

I re-read the letter over and over, 'do not fall in love? With Mr. Toms? In his dreams.' I look up to 'Mr. Toms' only to see him smirking at me holding up his letter, which was the same as mine.

"So, you in looooove with me yet Ms. Stevens?" He says smugly tilting his head to the side still having that stupid smirk along his face.

"Mona." I state walking to the table and sitting down in one of the chairs.

"What?" He asks me tilting his head the other way with his smirk gone looking at me with curious eyes.

"My name, it's Mona." I say looking back, copying his features.

His mouth makes an 'o' and looks down, suddenly he puts his hand up and says in a lower voice, "Bartholomew Toms."

I slowly shake his hand nodding my head at the same pace looking at his face as his smirk reappeared.

"So, how did we get here? I don't remember anything after the announcer pulled us off stage." I say clasping my hands together watching him as he sat down in the opposide chair also clasping his hands together.

Furowing his brows and says, "these guys came up behind us and put a rag in our faces, I woke up about 30 minutes ago?" It was my turn to then make an 'o' with my mouth, but the recover angrily stating,

"I woke up on the floor."

His smug face doesn't seem fazed as he says leaning on his arms on the table, "I saw you there, so I thought I was in a weird room with some slut I had sex with and..." He trails off watching my expression change into a dark one once he said I was a slut.

"I am no slut, my stupid friend dragged me to that stupid club and then said I was in the raffle. She made me dress in this stupid outfit when I was fine going in jeans and a jacket. But no" I finish watching his expression turn into an amused one.

"So, that one friend was the one making out with my bestfriend who also dragged me here and put my name in the raffle. Coincidence?" Cocking my head to the side, I ponder over what he was saying, then, thinking out loud,

I say, "what if we"re supposed to be here? I don't remember ever meeting or seeing you ever."

"Didn't you read the letter? We're here for a reason, which means they know us both." He states copying my features.

I shrug and say "well I'm not falling in love with you,"

he seems unfazed but then shrugs saying, "don't worry, I won't either, I don't like your type."

"Oh? What's 'my type?'" I say sitting up straighter looking at Bart (my nickname for him)

He chuckles and says, "the quiet one who would rather be reading with her big glasses wearing jeans with crazy hair instead of my type, the wild chick up for anything."

I gawk at him thinking, 'did he really say that? He's asking for it.' I roll my eyes and mutter a "whatever" and sit at the table, now in silence.

'Let the 24 hours begin.'

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~MJ~