Sweat was dripping from Randy's hands, making the steering wheel slimy. He had done it. He'd actually done it, and the proof was lying in the back of the van. He fumbled for the knob that turned the radio on, and twisted it sharply to the side. Exhilaration flooded out of him as quickly as it had come. He'd actually done it. What the hell was he thinking?
A light buzz came from the back of the van, but he ignored it. He got his own phone from his pocket and started to type. Forget driving laws, he'd kidnapped someone.
"I'm a kidnapper," he breathed out loud. Somehow, saying made it even more real. Panic over came him. He had a teenager in the back that his sister randomly had a crush on. Oh, God.
Right. Breathe in. Focus. Breathe out. Randy glanced out the window, and saw a service station coming up. He swerved, causing drivers to honk at him, and drove past the lurid McDonalds sign. Seeing a drive through, he parked up beside it.
"Hi," he mumbled, "one triple cheeseburger, please." The girl at the counter looked at him scornfully, chewing a piece of gum that was stuck between her teeth.
"You stupid or somethink?" she asked. Randy blinked.
"Burgers are out of service today," she drawled, pointing to a sign that said NO BURGERS. Her fingers needed cleaning, Randy noticed.
"Okay. A Happy Meal, then."
"What sort?"
"Huh?"
"What do want in the Happy Meal?"
"Chicken nuggets, please," he said nervously. This girl was starting to scare him.
"What drink?"
"Water." She turned.
"One Chicken nugget Happy Meal, and one water," she yelled. She then returned to glaring at him.
"Got to the next station." Randy nodded, and drove on.
The girl was at the next station too. He stared at her in terror.
"Shortage of staff," she said curtly. She leaned towards him and handed him his food. Randy reached out to grab it. She let go too soon, and it fell on the ground, where the water burst open, splattering the wall with liquid. He cursed.
"That'll be four pounds twenty," she said, holding out her hand for the money.
"But you dropped the food!" The girl glared at him.
"After the food has been passed to the customer, McDonalds holds no claim on what happens to the food," she recited. A loud groan came from the back of the van.
"Is, like, someone else in there?" she asked suspiciously.
"No," he said hurriedly.
"You sure?"
"Yeah. Never been surer." The girl shrugged. He passed her the money, and she pocketed it.
"Have a nice day." He grimaced, and drove on.
After a short while, he turned off, and got out of the van. He walked round to the back, and slipped inside, trying to make sure no one saw him. Closing the doors behind him, he turned and blinked. The tape was in a pile in the corner, and the boy, who was sitting in the corner, had a phone in his hand.
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Jade was angry. No, scratch that, she was furious. You could tell she was furious because she had just shoved Sinjin into the lockers and thrown Cat's apple juice in his face. Tori stared at her, stunned.
"Jade!" Cat moaned, "that was my juice!"
Jade ignored her, and watched Sinjin take off his jacket and wipe his face with it.
"What's the matter, girl?" Andre asked peaceably. She snarled.
"Did she just snarl at you?" Robbie asked, sounding slightly scared.
"It's class in three minutes and my homework's in my notebook."
"Chill," Andre said, "Beck's gone to get it. He'll be here in a sec."
"He's been gone fifteen minutes," she said, banging her locker open and forcibly shoving her books into her bag, "how long does it take to get a book?" Andre shrugged.
"Text him," Tori suggested. Jade whipped out her phone and tapped some buttons.
"Cat, what are you doing?" Robbie said, noticing what she was doing. Cat was kneeling on the floor, trying to scoop up the spilt apple juice into her cup.
"Picking up my juice," she said, as if it was obvious.
"Um, Cat?" Tori said, "you can't pick up apple juice with a cup."
"Should I use a bowl instead?" she asked anxiously. Tori rolled her eyes.
"He hasn't replied," Jade said, snapping her phone shut, "I'm going to go find him."
"We'll come," Tori said.
"Thanks, but no thanks," Jade said, glaring at her.
"I haven't done the homework," Cat admitted.
"Me neither," Robbie said.
"Come on, then," Jade said, stalking off.
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Beck lay in the back of the van, his eyes squeezed tight shut. He could hear someone cursing in the driver's seat. The van drove over a pothole, and he winced as he was jolted around. He had managed to untie his hands; it the rain had dampened them, and the tape wasn't a very good brand in the first place. The tape from his mouth had stuck to his jeans when he had peeled it off, but he didn't dare remove it, in case the man heard the crackling that dry tape always made.
Something buzzed in his pocket, and he groaned inwardly. After he'd spent ten minutes trying to get the tape off without being heard, his phone gives him away. He held his breath, but all he could hear was the dull sound of a radio forcing out tunes and some one talking. He slowly fished his phone out, and pressed a button. An angry message from Jade popped up on his screen.
Beck. Where is my notebook?
He started to type back.
There's a guy Im in a van need help NOW.
He pressed send. A flashing button told him that he had no reception. He groaned. Outside everything went quiet. Beck held his breath, praying that nothing would happen. There was some muffled conversation, and the vehicle started to move again.
As the van bumped up and down, Beck fiddled with the phone, desperately trying to get it to work. The phone bleeped a few times, but it seemed as if, where ever he was, reception was a no-no.
The movement stopped, and he could hear footsteps walking round to the back of the van. He froze, clutching the phone, as the door swung open. The man lumbered in, and spotted Beck. The man's eyes widened, and he lunged at Beck.
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The five of them stood around the sodden notebook. Jade scowled, and leant down to pick it up. She shook it, splattering Robbie with mud and water.
"Hey!" he shouted.
"Okay," Tori said, "we've found the notebook!"
"Where's Beck?" Andre asked, poking the book.
"Beck?" someone asked, "isn't he that tenth grader who has a psychotic girlfriend?" They turned. It was Trina, tottering towards them on incredibly high heels.
"I am not psychotic!" Jade snapped.
"Sorry," Trina drawled, "why do you want to find him?"
"He was supposed to get Jade's notebook," Tori explained to her sister.
"So?"
"The notebook's wet."
"And?"
"Beck isn't here and the notebook was on the ground," Andre said.
"Oh," Trina said, "you should of just said that!"
Jade's phone started to buzz. She flipped it open, and looked at the number.
"It's unknown."
"Answer it," Robbie said.
"Hello?"
"Hello."
"Hi. What do you want?"
"It's not what I want. It's what you want."
Jade looked up.
"What the hell?"
Tori stared at the others.
"Jade?" she said tentatively.
"I have your friend in my possession."
"If it's Sinjin, I don't care," Jade barked, and she ended the call.
"Who was that?" Cat asked.
"Some psycho," she said, and shoved her phone back in her bag.
"C'mon," Andre said, "let's get to class. Beck's probably waiting for us there."
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Tori Vega: Some weirdo rang Jade…
Mood: Freaked.
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Hey everyone. Sorry for taking ages to update, there's been lots of things on. Plus I had writers block.
To be honest, I don't like this chapter nearly so much, but if you could let me know what you think, that'd be great!
Oh, by the way, I agree about the Tori Vega thing, but I want to keep it in line with the show, so I'm just going to do one at the end of every chapter. That way you can skip it if you want to.
Blackie does not own Victorious. Any similarities with any other fanfiction or plot line is coincidence.
Preview
They stood outside of Beck's locker.
"You know," Andre said conversationally, "I think people would stop invading his privacy if he didn't have a see through locker."
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