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"I'd be honored to dance with both of you."

Jenny raised a suspicious eyebrow. "What's the catch?"

Riley leaned in, and whispered just loud enough for both girls to hear. "You have to make sure Abigail doesn't see you."

"I think that may be easier said than done..." Michelle sighed nervously. "I'll let you go first, Jenny."

"I thought you wanted to go first?"

Michelle shrugged. "I could wait a couple minutes." She threw her arms around Jenny's neck, whispering in her ear. "Have fun!"

Jenny smiled to herself. "Thanks." She hissed back, feeling a twang of guilt for fighting with Michelle earlier.

She then took Riley's hand, and he led her onto the dance floor. A new song came on, and Riley placed a hand on Jenny's waist. She reddened immediately and avoided eye contact as they began to move.

"I'll just wait here." Michelle said to herself. She watched Riley and Jenny start to dance on the floor. She stood, wandering over to a table in the corner so Abigail wouldn't see her. Suddenly a shadow passed over her, and she whirled around, her mouth going dry.

"I-Ian." She choked out. The Brit nodded and quickly knocked Michelle unconscious and slipped out of the dining hall with her before anyone could notice.

The song finished and Jenny gave Riley one last grin, before she let him go.

"Thanks a lot, I've been wanting to do that forever!" She glanced around her. "I'll just, uh, find Michelle. If she's...here." Jenny frowned and wandered off the dance floor, glancing around. "Michelle?" She shouted, only to have her voice drowned out in the music. Riley appeared at her side.

"Something wrong?"

"Yeah..." Jenny nodded, still staring around for her friend. "Michelle was just as excited about dancing with you as I was. So why isn't she here?"

"Well, maybe she's in the bathroom, or outside?" Riley reasoned. Jenny shook her head.

"Trust me, I know her, when she's waiting for something, she doesn't go anywhere, unless..." Her eyes suddenly widened with realization and panic. "No, that can't be possible, that couldn't..."

"What are you talking about?" Riley questioned. Jenny suddenly bolted towards the door, lifting her skirts to keep herself from tripping.

"Where're you going?!" Riley ran after her. Jenny stopped outside as she saw a black van pull away from the parking lot.

"Oh no!"

"That wasn't-" Riley's eyes widened and he went white. Jenny nodded slowly.

"NOW the wedding's ruined." She span around, staring Riley in the face and taking him by the shoulders. "We can't tell ANYONE about this Riley. If Abigail thought Michelle and I were ruining the wedding by simply wanting to dance with you, Ian on a kidnapping spree will surely tip her over the edge."

"Then what do we do?" Asked Riley, looking panicked.

"We go after them."

"Are you crazy?!" Riley exclaimed. "We can't go after them ourselves! What if they try to -" He was cut off by his cell phone ringing. He tentatively picked it up, his face blanching. "It's him."

Jenny ripped the handset from Riley's hand, answering it herself. "What are you doing with Michelle?!" She demanded, her voice angry and sharp.

"Oh nothing, just a bit of fun really. She's just sleeping at the moment actually." Ian's slimy voice explained on the end of the line.

"SLEEPING!? What the hell did you do!?"

"Curb the swearing." Riley murmured, shooting her a look.

"Oh, it's nothing to worry about, miss." Ian's voice sounded indifferent, which enraged Jenny.

"I swear to God, Ian, if you do so much as touch a hair on her head, I'll hunt you down and kill you myself!"

Jenny could hear Ian chuckle on the other end.

"I'd like to see you try." The line went dead.

Jenny let out a sudden scream of rage and flung the phone to the ground. It exploded on contact, sending shards of plastic skidding across the pavement. Riley stared, open mouthed at his broken phone.

"That was...that was my cell phone! I still haven't paid that off...how could you-" Jenny suddenly felt guilty, and began picking the pieces up gingerly.

"Sorry." She muttered, as she placed the pieces into Riley's open hand. "But we've got to get going. Where's your Ferrari?"

Riley looked up, and saw Ben approaching him, and he suddenly realized something.

"Oh man, I was supposed to do the toast! I totally forgot!"

Ben popped his head out the door. "Riley, what's going on? It's time for you to -"

"Well...uh..." Riley bit his lip nervously. "Something came up. I've…uh… I've got to go. But I'll do it when I get back, OK?" Without waiting for a reply, Riley dashed off in the direction of his car, and Jenny waved enthusiastically at Ben as she followed. Ben simply gave the pair a funny look and blinked.

Riley climbed in the driver's side, and Jenny hopped over the passenger doorway. As she strapped her seatbelt on, Riley turned to her, hands placed on the wheel.

"Uh, Jen, where're we going?"

Jenny glanced at him.

"I don't know! I thought you'd know!" Riley gave her a look.

"I'm not his friend y'know. Why would I know where he takes his victims!?" The two stared at each other defiantly for a few more moments, until Jenny crossed her arms and stared forward.

"Just start the engine."

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