Kidnapped By the Bad Boy

Chapter 1: Prom Nights Don't Last Long

"Hurry, Mia, Patrick is already downstairs!" My mom yelled from the hall outside my door.

"Dont rush me mother!" I sighed as I placed the other earring in my ear. Dang flabbit, it wont go in.

"Now what's with the attitude?" I turned to see my dad standing in the doorway. A small smile shown on his features. "If I talked to your grandmother that way...ooh wee, my ass would be on fire."

"Language Jerome!" My mother yelled.

Me and my dad laughed. "Now what's the matter?"

"I cant get this earring in," I whined before slumping in the metal chair.

"Here, let me help," my dad walked over and easily slipped the jewelry through my ear. "You look absolutely gorgeous."

I felt my eyes tear up as I looked at my dad and me in the mirror. "Thank you, Daddy."

"Dont cry, you'll mess up all that makeup." He scolded and I laughed again. "Now hurry up, that pretty-boy is down stairs."

"Pretty-boy?" I questioned before slipping on my heels.

"You heard me."

I looped my arm between my dad's as we decended down the stairs. Standing near the door stood my boyfriend, Patrick and my mother. Of course, my mother was blabbing away about who knows what. I was suprised to see that Patrick was actually engrossed in the conversation, that is, until he caught eye of me.

"Wow," he mouthed as I stepped down the last stair.

I smiled brightly while taking in his appearence. He wore a black tux with a purple tie that matched my dress. His normally messy blonde curls were swept back and his blue eyes were shining brightly. My dad was right, I guess you could call Pat a "pretty-boy" per say. I was trying to figure out how I even landed him in the first place. So far, we have been together for two years, which is a long while.

At first, my parents didnt like him much. He seemed snuck up and snooty towards them, and I admit he is but I like him anyways. My mom used to question why I was dating a white guy. My mother is brazilian while my dad is black, but nonetheless I never asked what the problem was. Not that there was a problem. I liked Patrick how he was, he was kind and caring. He was a pure gentlemen and even though he lacked in the romantical area, I loved him all the same.

"Well are we ready to go?" I questioned Patrick. I honestly wanted to avoid the taking of hundreds of pictures as well as my Dad's lecture of Patrick's boudaries at all times. Between you and me, Patrick wouldnt even need that talk, he only touches me once or twice and as for the kissing department....only once.

"Hun, what about pictures!" My mom clapped her hands excitedly.

"What about no pictures?!" I mimicked her actions and her strong accent earning a laugh out of my father. Which resulted in my mom slapping him upside the head.

I kissed my mom's cheeks as well as my father's before rushing out the door. "Bye you guys!"

"Alright, be back before 11!" My dad shouted.

"Yes sir," Patrick said formally before heading towards his car.

Once we were settled and on the rode, I decided to start conversation, "So are you excited?"

"Yes, I guess." His eyes were focused on the rode and his hands were perfectly placed on the steering wheel at ten and two.

"You guess? It's prom! The most spectacular awesomest night of our high school careers!"

He laughed,"I guess."

I shook my head and smiled before looking out the window as we pulled up to the school. West Lake Highschool was decorated in the school colors blue and red all around the entrance. A red carpet lead you towards the gymnasium and inside that it had flowers and streamers all around with a DJ in the front and the snack table in the far corner. Me and Patrick were a bit late in our arrival so the place was already packed with dancing teens in formal wear shaking to the beat and belting out the lyrics.