Choice Chapter 10: The Girl All The Bad Guys Want, a 39 clues fanfic

Choice

Girl All The Bad Guys Want

Hey guys! I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while, but my parents wanted to 'Spend more time together.' -Meaning NO COMPUTER! Plus I got writer's block. I may be putting lot of stories on Hiatus for awhile, just 'cuz there are some stories I want to work on more.

Stories on Hiatus are:

Nellie's Story

Confusion

Cinnamon

Heartbreaker

Mistified

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And maybe 39 Clues: PUNK'D. I'm not entirely sure about this one, so just in case I'd ask my co-writer 13Mysterious12

Anyways, enjoy the story!

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Amy's POV

I screamed as the car swiftly fell backwards towards the intimidating body of water. My scream suddenly turned into a moan as my head came into contact with the hard seat in front of me. I put a hand to my head, expecting a bruise, but instead finding a thick, crimson liquid. Blood. Crap.

What a way to die. After just kissing my murderer. If ever the slight possibility that I would see him again, I'd kick him where it really hurts. And I don't mean his stomach.

Zane was breathing heavily, and Dan had passed out. Not that I could blame him, I mean with the air pressure and normal human pressure, I was sure to pass out soon as well. I tried to remember everything I knew about falling into water.

Let's see, um…. If a person/item falls or jumps willingly into water from more than….10 feet, the water will feel harder than solid asphalt.

So, since the car had fallen about… eh, 15 or 20 feet, we'd either crash, or sink. And at the rate we were going, I didn't like our odds. I felt my heart sink. We had let Grace down. I had let Grace down! Only because I had trusted that stupid Cobra.

I closed my eyes, and though I had never really been religious, I began to pray.

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Ian's POV

I scowled both at my driver, and my reflection in the mirror. My scowl softened. Damn. I really shouldn't look at myself when I was angry …. with myself.

"Can't this thing go any faster?" I called to the driver, tossing a 50 pound (A/N Sorry, my STUPID laptop won't let me type the pound symbol) note into the front seat. Yes ,I, Ian Damon Kabra was riding in, as the Americans say, a taxi.

I shudder to think what would happen to my reputation if anyone saw me.

"Yes, sir." The…man, I think it's a man, replied gruffly.

He randomly switched on the radio, which was playing a despicable pop punk song (A/N: Nothing against pop punk.) called 'Girl All The Bad Guys Want.' by a band called Bowling For Soup. BOWLING FOR SOUP? Why, in Gucci's name would you BOWL for SOUP? I wouldn't even bowl for money! (Not that I needed it, I mean I was filthy rich anyways.) I mean the shoes, the peasants, the COMMON-NESS! I was not common. I was a diamond in a large amount of rubbish and rough.

Anyways, back to the song. Although it was crude and not fit to be called music, it made me think of of the two girls that I had truly loved.

Amy Cahill and Rebecca Black. Rebecca was a lovely, elegant girl who both I and my family approved of. Rebecca had class, wearing only the finest clothes, having a perfect tan, and never letting her black nail polish chip. But the flawless girl on the outside had so many flaws on the inside. She was rude, obnoxious, and threw tantrums. But I loved her. Until I saw her kissing Alec Marx, where I finally saw her for who she was.

Amy Cahill was much different from Rebecca. While Rebecca was flawless at speech and beauty (she was an actress), Amy was not. She had normal, slightly tanned skin, few pimples, messy hair, rumpled clothes, and stuttered. Her looks were average. But what she lacked in looks, she made up for with her stunning personality. She had a huge heart, and cared enough to give second chances. I wonder if she gives third chances. She really was the girl all the bad guys want. I wanted, no, needed her, Zane wanted her, even Hamilton Dolt wanted her. And we were all 'bad guys.'

I was brought out of my reprieve when the driver stopped at the beach below the campsite.

"We're here, Mr. Kabra." He muttered.

"Thank you, sir." I said, while giving him 100 pounds.

"Excuse me? I'm not a man!" He- or well, she screeched. She drove of in a hurry, leaving me dumbfounded.

I shook off my shock and bounded towards the water, just as a car dropped in. Three people were visible, possibly all unconscious. I waited until the entire car was submerged before swimming near it. I tried to kick the windows open. No dice. I screamed, which was probably a bad idea because of my limited air.

I tried opening three of the four doors, which wouldn't budge. If I could've sweat at the time, I definitely would have. On the last door I tried, with an echoing creak, the door swung open. First I grabbed Dan, as he was closest, and pulled him to shore. He began to cough, so I left him there and dived back down to the sinking car.

Zane was the second closest, but I honestly debated about taking him. But when he started turning blue, I stifled my pride and hauled him to shore, then, not caring if he was alive, swam back to the car, and gently pulled out my Amy. I practically sprinted to shore. She wasn't breathing, and her forehead was bleeding. I began to give her mouth-to-mouth- resuscitation. What? Just because I'm handsome, doesn't have to mean I don't care about the well being of others. Not really anyways.

I touched her slowly healing, but still bleeding, cut. It was only about a centimeter deep. But I was still worried. She still wasn't breathing.

I felt immense sadness over the loss of the girl I loved, lying under me. Sadness turned into extreme pain, and slight relief, as I felt someone kick me in my most sensitive and private area.

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THE END! OF THIS CHAPTER!

Anyways, thanks for bearing with me through my writer's block, and others when I couldn't update.

Oh, I don't own 39 Clues. *SOB!*

And, I don't own Bowling For Soup. Eh.

Anyways, I had to re post this chapter because of a few reasons concerning me:

I really had to correct a few of my mistakes, mostly grammatical.

To a rather rude reviewer who told me that I was a stupid Amy Cahill(who by the way,and I quote, 'Is only a character in a book.'End Quote)imitator, I have a few things to say:

Just because we share a name DOES NOT mean we are the same person, because Amy Cahill is actually my real name. Only difference is probably our middle names, as mine is EXTREMELY uncommon. Unlike the name Amy Cahill, which is a very common name.

I have reddish-brown hair and green eyes. So what? So do at least a million others. If you were to go up to them and say "You're an aAmy Cahill stalker, and it's really stupid." They'd be EXTREMELY offended, and think you were very rude.

I never stutter, unless on rare occasions where I'm super nervous, like many other human beings do sometimes.

I don't live with my Aunt, and I have a tutor.

Just because I have a few similarities with 39 Clues Amy Cahill, doesn't mean I AM her. I hate deleting reviews, but if you continue this I will have to. You review was about myself, not my story. You had NO right to comment on my looks or personal life. I like flames, that are constructive, as they help me with my story. Yours was only rude. This may seem shallow, but I'm not sorry I did it.