CeCe POV

Jason was at work, the rest of us were at Rosewood Day for the Halloween party, so you can understand why I went to the lame party – who waited around for their boyfriend for 3 hours unless they were desperate?

But when I turned up to the party, it turned out that it was on a train, oh boy. I could feel the excitement already, a party on a train with a bunch of seniors, I couldn't think of anything that could be more time wasting than this.

Damn girl, I'm in this for Jason, stupid conscience. It was a regular thing sometimes to be torn between two things, but I guess I'd made my decision, I was going. I only really used to doing this when he asked me to watch out for his sister, Alison.

Even I found it difficult to understand, that even under all that Jason, he cared about her and his brother instincts kicked in when she was out of his sight.

I got bored after about two hours from arriving to this party, so far no one had done anything idiotic, puked or started a fight, but I guess that could be categorised as idiotic, couldn't it?

I sat in one of the booths on my phone, playing endless games of temple run and happy wheels, not that I flourished with excitement for either, but it made me look approachable as I wasn't staring into space and zoning out. I mean I could've looked out of the window, but they were tinted so much that you couldn't see out of them, most likely not in either, it made me feel nauseous too I guess so that wouldn't have been a good idea in the first place.

I could hear this faint screaming sound that sounded like it was coming from the carriage behind where to party was set, so being me I got up to see what was going on, something couldn't have been right.

I found the right carriage and heard the voice- which I was certain was a girl; the sound was coming from inside a crate, which was almost out of the train from an opened sliding door. I immediately got over there and tried to close it, but the sharp and strong force was almost pulling me out into the strong gust of wind.

"Somebody! Help!" The girl screamed at the top of her lungs, I could hear her voice as shaky, breathing deeply as if she was having a panic attack, which I hoped was just me thinking stupidly, I do not do panic attacks.

A shadow came up from behind me and shut the door, this just proved that I was seriously weak; this proved that being tall had absolutely no impact on proving how strong you are.

I turned around and saw that it was Jason; he gave me a questionable look, but saw that now clearly wasn't the time for questions. What was had to do now is get that girl out of the crate.