Ransom: A One Direction and 5 Seconds of Summer Kidnapping Story

Luke: The Rich Reject

Two Days Later

Luke: The Rich Reject

"No way! That's so sick! A car?"

"Not just any old car," I bragged, "a Porsche." Oohs spread through the crowd around my new car in the school parking lot. "My dad just made an incredible deal so he bought me a car to celebrate! Who gets the first ride?" I hopped into the front seat and patted the front seat as my closest friends piled into the back seat, pushing to get in, and some blonde girl (Ashley, Veronica?) got in the front seat. I pulled forward out of the driveway as I slung my arm over her shoulders and we headed off to the mall, my favorite place to hang out (and maybe show off my car.)

The mall was only a few blocks away from the school so we arrived in no time. I loved the looks I received when I pulled into the parking lot and beamed as I shut the convertible doors.

I flung my arm around the blonde's shoulders again, and made my way into the mall ready to spend a shitload of money.

We went all over the mall, though the boys and I usually sat in the food court and whistled at hot girls, but since it was one of those days where I had one on my arm, we went shopping, which I always pretended I liked. We weaved in and out of stores, either coming out with nothing, or tons of stuff. Whatever, I had enough money to buy the whole store anyway.

We finally finished and the girl had some other date she had to get to, so the boys and I hung out in the food court as usual.

I was sipping my Coke as someone quickly tapped me on the shoulder.

First I just ignored it, thinking it was someone messing with me, but as when they did it again I finally whirled around.

"Could you quit it?" I came face to face with an older boy, only a few years older than me, in a black jacket with skinny jeans and a black beanie over his very curly brown hair.

"I'm sorry to bother you," he said in his high voice, "but do you own the Porsche convertible?" He quivered and hesitated quite a bit. I shot out of my seat at this tone of voice and grabbed his wrist.

"What the hell did you do to my car?!"

"I didn't do anything!" He squeaked pathetically. "It's just that I think someone's trying to steal it!"

"WHAT?!" I shoved past him, pushing the piteous boy out of the way, ran down the stairs and out of the the mall to the parking lot. I located where I parked my car and watched as a boy sat up in the front seat and pushed on the gas, screeching and shooting out in front of an oncoming car, as I sprinted towards it, screaming for him to stop, but he went out onto the street anyway.

My eyes went wide and I started screaming for someone to help me get my car back, but I believed it gone.

The curly-haired boy panted behind me, choking out something. "C'mon, we'll follow him in my car!"

He lead me to his car quickly, and though I didn't fully trust this boy, he was kind enough to tell me about my car, and now he was offering to help me, so I did what my instinct told me to.

We sped onto the street looking for any sign of my Porsche. We saw black tire marks, even though they could be from any car, we followed them anyway.

I frantically looked around, hoping for some sign of my brand new car, that I'd hopefully see again.

I locked my eyes with it as it pulled around a corner. "There it is! My car!" I pointed in the direction that I saw it go and the boy followed my finger.

"Around the corner, I swear I saw it!" I yelled excitedly.

He did as I told him, and just as we got around the corner, I saw it pull into an alleyway.