Rebellious

Chapter Two: Kidnapping - Via Mobile

Chapter Two: Kidnapping - Via Mobile

The sun was setting - just touching the horizon - and casting streams of red, orange, and yellow across the skyline. My eyes grazed over the dark blue ocean as it swept to and fro the shore. It was most definitely a sight to see - the perfect romantic picnic scene.

I felt his rough, calloused hand take my chin lightly, as if he was holding the most precious piece of glass. His other hand was grazing my arm lightly, causing fierce shivers to sweep through my body. He shifted my head until I was looking straight into his green eyes that held an emotion that I couldn't quite point out. The light wind caused a few strands of his dark brown hair to fall over his face and my hand unconsciously went to his brow and pushed the soft hair away.

"Dylan," I whispered, mesmerized by his eyes. He smirked and slowly began to dip his head lower and lower towards my lips. I closed my eyes and waited for his chapped lips to make contact with my smooth ones.

Until suddenly my eyes snapped open and I shot straight up in a bed, screaming and hyperventilating. From beside me, I heard Blaire do the same, although her screaming included much more foul language.

I looked down at my now soaking wet pajamas that were freezing and sticking to my skin like magnets to a fridge. I pulled my black tank top, but it snapped right back to my stomach. I sighed, annoyed, especially when I realized that everything that just happened was a dream.

Just peachy. Now I want to cry.

"You little shit!" Blaire shrieked as she hopped out of her bed that was now drenched with ice water. A little boy with white blond hair and icy blue eyes that him and Blaire shared, ran out of the room, dropping the bucket he had in his hands and giggling like there was no tomorrow. My best friend ran out the door after her six-year-old brother before popping her head back in. "You can clean up before me. I'm just gonna go kill Blake," she told me with a straight face before running down the hall where there was a lot of door slamming, yelling, cursing and laughing. I shrugged it off and got out of bed, my body shivering.

Well, at least the day was starting off normal - in a sense.

I ran a hand through my black hair, realizing just how much of a tangled mess it was. And to make the morning just that much more horrible, Dylan's face flashed through my mind every other second. Oh, how I wish I could've continued on with that wonderful dream...

But no. My luck includes my best friend's little brother finding it amusing to drench us in ice water.

In the words of my psychotic best friend: Blake, you little shit.

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I wrapped the fluffy blue towel around my wet hair as I walked out of the bathroom, clad in my favorite ripped jeans that fit me like a glove, a loose summer top that had a floral print and a black bikini underneath of it all. I shivered as the air conditioned hall hit my skin, making it feel like the water drops that were still scattered about my skin had turned to ice. My teeth were slightly chattering as I opened the door to Blaire's bedroom and walked in.

"Oh, shit," I hear Blaire curse under her breath once she notices I had entered. I looked at my best friend scrambling about with a suspicious expression.

What is she up to?

"So, uh," I mused, taking slower steps around her room, feeling like an FBI bad ass who was interrogating a suspect. Blaire gulped and looked at me with wide, innocent eyes.

Blaire and innocence do not belong in the same sentence unless you are describing two opposites.

"What's up?" I continued to look at her suspiciously with a small smile. I walked over to her bed and plopped down next to her. For a second she seemed to think on what to say, but then there was that devious smirk she wore when something was planned up her sleeve. Now I was the one who wanted to run for the hills.