My Name is Gabby Simpson (The Vamps Fanfiction)

Run

Look down. Don’t make eye contact. Walk quickly. Brush shoulders. Put your hand on their arm, apologize, and snatch it.

Then run.

I had been doing the same routine since 6 am, and, with only a couple good opportunities, I barely had 40 dollars, three identification cards, and a handful of school pictures so darlinglyplaced inside the parent’s wallet. This was not a good day for me.

“It’s almost dinner time,” Nia complained. “Can we go now? I really want some Nandos.”

“No,” I responded. “Not yet. Just a little bit more time.”

“We’ve been out here all day, Gabs.” Jared was annoyed, I could tell, by the way he shifted impatiently on one foot to another. We were all leaning against the brick wall of the alleyway, our current home as of a week. We were in London, at the moment, looking forward to what one of the biggest cities in the world had to offer a group of runaways. Which was why it was a bit disappointing, how little I’d gotten.

But I was not one to give up.

“I know,” I said impatiently in return. They had been whining for at least twenty minutes now. They could just try and be patient- maybe then I’d be able to focus and get somewhere.

“Gabby-”

“Shut up, Nia,” I cut her off suddenly. “I see someone.”

In fact, I saw four someones. Walking down the block, heading in my direction, was a group of boys. All dressed very stylishly, sunglasses still down despite the faint sun, smiles cocky but beautiful. By their clothes and their posture, I could tell that something would be in their wallets.  

Slowly, I slipped out from behind the wall and entered the sidewalk, walking against the gradient, moving toward them.

On the end, the boy with dark curls was laughing loudly, looking at a tall lean blonde boy next to him. He was nearest to me, and he was the smallest, however still taller than me.

Look down. Don’t make eye contact. Walk quickly.

I jerked my shoulder forward, stumbled somewhat on accident, then grabbed his arm to make it look like I was steadying myself.

“Sorry!” I mumbled, sounding embarrassed, and then I slipped my hand toward his back pocket, not even brushing his pants, my nimble fingers gripping the top of a small leather wallet.

Then I ran-

Suddenly a hand encircled my wrist, and jerked tightly, preventing me from fleeing.

My heart stopped, sliding all the way up by esophagus and settling in my throat.

“Whoah, Brad, what-” The rest of the boys were immediately crowding, surrounding me and blocking me with their curiosity. They didn’t know what was happening, at first, but I could see it in their eyes when they did.

I was not used to fear, but I could feel it then, creeping into my eyes.

But it wasn’t as much horror as the boy I had targeted eye’s. He had taken off his sunglasses, and was staring at me, so disbelieving it almost made me confused. His breath caught, I assumed because I had just assaulted him. But still holding me in the other hand, I was struggling against him, trying to stay calm and trying to think of what to do.

He’s going to call the police. No. I’m going to get away. Pull. Fight. But there are people around. Help me, Nia, Jared. Don’t leave me. Don’t let them take me. I’m going to go back, to that horrible place, no no no-

His voice was small, so if I hadn’t been programmed to recognize the word he said, I may have not caught it. “Gabrielle?”