Kidnapped (☆Sequel Is Published☆)

Bumper Trouble

It was finally Saturday and I didn't have to go to school. Jacey wanted me to hang out, and I had nothing better to do.

I get up from my couch and slip my black shoes before swinging the front door open. The cold air rushes quickly to my face. I instinctively hold my arms and shake. I swear that it is too cold for March.

I start walking down the street. Slight wind blows against my face and flips my hair all around. It was annoying.

I flip my hood on and tuck my hands in my pocket to avoid the now-stinging bitterness of the weather. No sun was shining. It was covered by clouds.

Walking down the street, it feels deserted. No cars. No voices. Just silence. The whistling of the wind against trees and buildings. Peaceful, but a little creepy.

I eventually reach Jacey's door. I knock, even though she's told me multiple times that I didn't have to. I just want to be polite.

The door opens and I'm greeted with a rough tug by the arm. I try to stable myself as I'm pulled through the door quickly. I open my eyes widely and flip my hood down. My dirty blonde hair sticks tightly to the material.

"What the hell?" I laugh. Jacey smiles and licks her lips. I catch her eyes moving side to side like a cliche spy. She smiles and grabs my hand softly. I could tell she was excited. "I have something to show you," she says quietly.

I raise an eyebrow before being pulled again down the hall. She opens her bedroom door and pushes me in after checking for people. I scoff. "What are you so worried about?"

She pulls her black hair behind her back and rolls up her sweater sleeves. I take a comfortable seat on her bed.

Through her dark, dimly lit room I can see her shuffling through her drawer until quietly applauding herself. She turns around and I gasp.

"Weed! Where the fuck did you get that!?" I exclaim. My eyes go wide as my eyebrows drop in confusion. I must've had a dopey look on my face because she laughs directly at me, somewhat sarcastically.

"C'mon Emma, it's not that hard to get it," she says obviously. "Everyone around here smokes this stuff. How haven't you been able to tell?"

I shrug and keep my eyes on the small piece of weed she was now pulling out of a plastic bag. She takes a thin piece of paper and lays it flat down next to it. After just a couple minutes, she has the whole thing rolled and ready to be smoked.

She pulls a lighter out of her pocket with a smug smile and puts the blunt in her mouth softly. Lighting it, she wraps her hand around it to catch the flame. I was a little shocked when Jacey let out a huge huff of smoke out her nose like a dragon.

Jacey sits next to me on the bed and takes another huff, blowing it out of her mouth and nose. I raise my eyebrows and look at her. She raises her eyebrows and offers it to me. I bite my lip.

"I, uh, I don't know," I murmur. She rolls her eyes and pushes it closer. I take a deep breath. "I don't want to, I shouldn't," I reply once again. She smiles and laughs a little.

"It's actually, like, the rules of smoking weed." I look at her and drop an eyebrow with a confused face. "I can't take more than two hits without sharing, and you're here, so, go ahead."

A growing urge inside me wanted to pluck the blunt from her fingers and take the biggest huff of my life. But at the same time, I can't have my mom find out. I can't get in any trouble.

"What if my mom smells it on me?" I ask. My hands were twirling together from the ache in my stomach that wanted to do it so bad and the nervousness of getting caught.

Jacey hands it to me and I take it slowly. "The smell doesn't stick very bad. "

I take another deep breathe before putting it to my lips. I take a shaky breath in, allowing the smoke to fill my lungs. I hold it before not being able to. I cough it all out and scrunch my nose, shaking my head.

"Uck. I'm never doing that again," I say. I hear Jacey giggle before putting it out and hiding it in her drawer once more.

"Let's go outside or something," she says, getting up. I follow her down the hall and out the door. The cold, icy air shocks my lungs. It felt a little soothing.

I tuck my hands in my sweater pocket and tread down the stairs with Jacey. She takes a deep breath and sniffles. "I feel like an ice cube," she smiles. I give a small huff and follow her down the street. She wraps her arm around mine and slowly walks. The wind settles to a slow breeze and it didn't feel as cold.

After just a few minutes of conversation, a car drives by. I squint my eyes and gasp to myself once I realize it's the same car as yesterday. I stop and stare as the car slows down. Eventually we were walking faster than it. I felt uneasy, and I could tell that Jacey did, too.

I let go of her arm and gulp, staring at the now parked Sedan just a few feet from us. The driver's door opens.

A man stands up and smiles at me. I have to admit, his smile was perfect besides the slight crookedness. He was staring at me with dark brown eyes that kept me from looking away. His jawline was sharp and perfect for a man. The red sweater looked good tucked into his black jeans. And just as I predicted, it was the same curly, black hair I saw before.

"Hey. I'm Michael," he simply says, closing the door. I look him up and down. He was actually pretty tall. He stood at least 6 inches taller than me.

"I was wondering if you could help me with my car. I think something is wrong with my bumper, like it's falling off. I even got pulled over for it," he says, standing one foot on the curb and the other on the ground. He points to the back of his car with his other hand fidgeting with his keys.

Something in my gut told me that it would be a bad idea to walk any closer to him. He just has that... look. I felt a little uncertain.

"Sorry. I don't know anything about cars," I say. I stare at his eyes again. He looked upset.

He smiles and nods. "Me neither. Maybe you can just look?" He shrugs, twirling the keys around his finger with a slight laugh.

I take a deep breath and look at Jacey, who was simply watching. I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. I shrug, too. "I can't help you. I'm sorry."

"Really. I'm sure it won't take much time," he say with a friendly smile again. He takes a small step forward. "You don't know how long it's taken for me to find someone to help. Please. "

I gulp. "I really can't."

I turn away and walk off. I didn't want to look back, but curiosity got the best of me.

He was standing still, watching us walk away. He tucks his hand in his pocket and shakes his head, walking back to the Sedan. I turn to look forward again. I hear his engine rumble as he passes us by quickly. The only thing I noticed was that his bumper was completley fine. Not even a dent.