Paying attention in school is hard enough without the anxiety of tonight's plans clogging up my brain receptors. Every class I went to, I found myself nervously tapping my pencil, glancing at the clock, and zoning out the teacher's words completely. I ignored Jonah's stares, my mind set on one thing, and one thing only; tonight.
Ashton said we could pull this off, but no matter how many times I tried to formulate a plan, all I was left with was untied strings of action. I had no way to contact the boys, and no way to get to them. The worst part was, my mother would be home when I got off the bus this afternoon which would make an escape impossible. I could borrow someone else's phone, but I didn't have Ashton or Luke's numbers memorized. By last period, my brain was filled with broken pieces of my nonexistent plan. The last bell gave me no relief today. I slammed my locker shut and passed all of the happily chattering students, ready for the weekend.
Walking out to the bus, I tried, and succeeded, to avoid any person who would have wanted to talk to me. There was no way I could force a fake smile right now. I kept telling myself to keep my eyes on the ground and go straight to my bus in fear of snapping at someone, anger and frustration boiling off my anxiety.
"Maddie" I hear someone call out. I groan, speeding up and acting as if I didn't hear them. "Maddie!" they shouted again. I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. I knew that voice. I knew that high pitched plead. I turned around, students bumping against my shoulder on each side, to see in the far distance a curly haired boy standing in front of his car.
"Ashton?" I mutter, unable to register the site before me. I see a taller boy step out from the car, he waves his hands high in the air. I begin to laugh, not an amused that-was-a-funny-joke kind of laugh, the kind of laugh that is a release of all of your bottled up stress. The kind of laugh a mental person makes. I began pushing against the crowd, nearly toppling over against the traffic, until I was in clear sight of the boys. Ashton and Luke high fived each other, waving me over.
"Oh my gosh, what are you doing here?" I glance behind me to make sure there were no teachers around. I cringed at the thought of the principal seeing them out here, seeing me with them. I shook the thoughts out of my mind, I was not my mother.
"We are here to rescue you," Luke bowed in a prince-like gesture. He pulled me in for a hug, giving me a quick kiss on the lips.
"We are kidnapping you," Calum peeked his head out of the car.
"We figured you could call your mom and tell her someone gave you a lift to the library," Ashton giggled as if they were pure geniuses. Although, right now they were. I twiddled my thumbs, looking around us once more. Could I really get away with this? I know my mother wouldn't bother to check in on me later, she trusts me too much. Plus, she really couldn't considering she took my phone. I knew if I thought about this too much, the guilt in the pit of my stomach would spread and engulf my entire being.
"Okay," I nodded, trying to just go with it, although that was not something I was strong at. The boys cheered. I pushed against the warning signs in my mind. I turned away from my conscious telling me to turn around and get on my bus. I needed this. I needed some rebellion. I borrowed Ashton's phone, dialing my mother's number. As expected, it went straight to voicemail.
"Hey mom, its Madeline, just wanted to let you know that Jonah and Bryce gave me a ride to the library, so that's where you'll find me until like 11:30ish depending on how long studying takes us. Thanks, bye." I hang up quickly, biting my lip.
"To think I thought you were a good girl," Calum smirked, ducking back into the car.
"I am," I muttered uneasily. The end of Luke's lip curled up into a teasing smile as he opened the back door for me. Ashton hopped in the driver's seat and we were off. There was no turning back now. I bit my lip nervously, my hands getting clammy at the thought of being caught. I could feel the boys laughing at me on the inside. Luke put a hand on my knee, looking over at me.
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Belief
Fanfiction{A 5sos story} We spend our lives sorting out our beliefs. Belief leads to high hopes, it leads to dreams, it leads to certainty in the uncertain. Too much belief leads to brokenness. There are people who come along and make you believe that 'belief...
