C O M P L E T E D
"Keep that pretty little head of yours in a book and you're gonna miss out on life.."
"What's life? The greasers and the socs constantly fighting? No thank you.. I'll stick to my book."
Greasers; they are the lower class.. yet toug...
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Liv
I huffed crossing my arms as the 'guards' for the Nikolaev's tried to 'restrain' me.
The scrawny teenager struggled trying to rip the duct tape, that was supposed to be taped over my mouth. My mouth that wasn't even freaking moving!
"Fucking shit!" He muttered dropping the roll of tape, due to too much force trying to rip it. I couldn't help but giggle, and cover my mouth with my hand.
"Jesus Christ Dixon!" The other guard said who was the exact same build as his friend.
Dixon? Like Dixon Ticonderoga?
I burst out laughing not being able to hold it in, as I thought of the first thing that came to mind.
"Y-your-your named after a pencil!" I said starting to wheeze as my laughs we more frequent, making it harder for me to breathe.
The boy kept a straight face as my laughs died down and I began wiping my tears of laughter.
It wasn't that funny, but everything's funny when your 'kidnappers' couldn't hurt a fly if its wings were cut off.
I sucked in my lips noticing his scowl and faced forward. Ten seconds passed. Thirty.. A minute..
"Um I'm bored, w-where are you taking m-me?" I asked turning to look at both of them. I scowled as soon as they both started chuckling.
"Aw you're stuttering.. awe you scawed?" The scrawny butthole said in a baby voice reaching out to pinch my cheeks.
I smacked his hand away from my face causing him to pull back and rub it softly against his chest. "Never heard that o-one before! It's called a s-speech impediment a-hole." I said unamused as I crossed my arms back to my chest, suddenly very annoyed and over all this already.
Let's run through this again. Stefan showed up acting like a complete butthole, and took me from my lovely date. I woke up in this van with these buttnuggets, and now I'm ready for them to laugh, and say April fools!
Why am I not scared? Why would I be? Actually.. that's not true. I'm terrified, but I can't show it. Ethan always said if I'm ever scared, to not show it, because they will just use it against me.
"No offense or anything.. b-but you guys are lame." I said in a bored tone while staring straight ahead out of the car that drove down the dark streets.
"You talk way too fucking much." The slightly bigger one said turning and pouting towards the window.
When Ethan said his snipers took out all of the Nikolaev's good guards, he really wasn't kidding.
I sighed and suddenly became claustrophobic sitting between these fleas.
I would never do this if this guy wasn't such a jerk..
