Courtney's POV:
I woke up, upset.
I can't believe Isco kidnapped me!
"There's no way in hell that he came up with this plan," I thought."I bet this was David's idea."
I got out of bed and walked up to the door.
It's locked.
I tapped my pockets and found my phone. I quickly took it out.
I decided to call Nicky, Tyra's older brother. He and David both play for Chelsea FC and the Brazil National Team.
Nicky must know that David's not in training.
I dialed his number and put the phone to my ear.
"Hello?" I heard Nicky say.
"Nicky, it's Courtney," I said. "Tiana and I got kidnapped by David and Isco, and we need your help."
"Court, I'm twenty-three. I'm too old for prank calls," Nicky replied.
"I'm serious!" I whispered-yelled. "David and Isco put us in separate rooms, and I don't know if Tiana's okay. Don't you care about your sister's well-being?"
"Of course, I care about my sister's well-being," Nicky said. "It's just that I know that you're lying."
"How?"
"Marc texted me that Tiana's been acting weird and lying about David kidnapping her,"
"What?"
"Yeah, Marc said that he invited Tiana to his house to play video games, and Tiana told him that David kidnapped her," Nicky explained.
"Nicky, Tiana was telling the truth, and so am I," I said. "Also, David's not at training with you. Do you even know where he is?"
"David said he was sick, so Mourinho sent him home as a safety precaution," Nicky replied.
"That's bull—"
"Nicky! I need you back on the field for a 3v1!" I heard someone yell.
"I have to go, Courtney. Goodbye," Nicky said and hung up.
I sighed.
I look at my contacts list, trying to figure out who else I can call. I saw Ariana's name, so I tapped the phone logo next to her name.
"Hey, Court! What's up?" She asked, instantly answering my call.
"Hi, Ari, do you remember when Darren told everyone that Tiana was lying about David kidnapping her?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Well, Darren was wrong and Tiana was right. She got kidnapped by David, and I got kidnapped by Isco," I said.
"Can you please save us?"
"Oh my god, of course!" Ariana exclaimed. "Do you know where you are?"
I sighed in relief.
"I'm at a house, far from where you're at, I'm assuming," I replied. "I don't know the exact address, but I'll look."
I rushed to the window, but I can't see anything because it was dark outside.
"Do you see it?" Ariana asked.
"I can't. It's too dark outside," I replied.
"Courtney, I can't hear you. I think—" Ariana began, but the call ended.
"No, Ariana!" I exclaimed.
I called her multiple times, but it keeps going to voicemail.
"Ugh, the phone reception is terrible over here," I said to myself.
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Teen FictionA story in which two girls are kidnapped by professional football (soccer) players. To be honest, you're in for a wild ride. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY SOCCER/FOOTBALL CLUBS, PLAYERS, EX-SOCCER PLAYERS, OR CELEBRITIES IN THIS BOOK. © mateokovacics...