A/N: holy shit I reread some of my chapters and this is so badly written, wtf? I can't tell you how badly I cringed 80% of the time. and yet you guys seem to like it?

also, someone asked me if I'm going to put up I Fell for the Bangs on Wattpad, (where I have an account now btw, it's ilikethemsaltyy just like this one except with an extra y) and yes I will, as soon as I can. but if I'm cringing this much writing it here, on Wattpad, where there's a wayyy bigger audience, I literally can't.

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25- We Meet Again

When I opened my eyes, a huge tidal wave of pain washed over me. My head felt fuzzy and my limbs seemed to be taped against my sides. I coughed, the wet cloth rolling off my tongue. It splat to the ground, the white fabric unraveling a bit and sticking to the concrete.

I blinked and glanced around, trying to move but my attention snapped down to the ropes wrapped tightly around my arms, chest, and crossing over my shoulders. I wriggled a little, trying to slip my hand out but the ropes were too tightly binded.

"Stop moving," a voice from behind me said.

"Who are you?" I immediately asked, frozen to my roots.

The voice was unfamiliar, but they sounded just as weak and strained as I felt. "Why should I tell you that?"

"Because we're tied back to back- literally," I snapped. "I should at least know who I get the pleasure of being bounded in the same ropes as."

"Fine. At the same time, we can tell each other our names," the person replied hoarsely.

"Fine, " I agreed. It was only fair I guess. "One..."

"Two..."

"Three."

"Sophie!" I blurted out at the same time as the person exclaimed, "Biana!"

Stunned, I tried to turn my head around to see her, but my neck could only move so much; I wasn't a fucking owl. I sigh, giving up, and slouch in the ropes. My emotions were a torrentuous storm, punching me in the gut. Just the mention of Biana made me feel ridden with sorrow, knowing the fate that was assigned to her. Biting my lip, I shake my head. "You aren't Biana. Stop lying. Biana died weeks ago."

"Is that what people are saying? Sophie, you're the girl Linh told me about, right? You're Tam's girlfriend?"

I nod and realize she can't see me, only feel the motion of the ropes as my body moved. "Yeah. Um. She set us up." I chewed on my lower lip, refusing to believe this was Biana.

This girl was probably just using Biana's name because she was too afraid to reveal her own for whatever reason. The people who captured us, and her, must've supplied her with some background information on Biana. Maybe she was with them.

Don't trust anyone! my subconsciousness snapped at me in a soldier voice.

I heard a faint, raspy laugh come from Imposter Biana. "Linh does love to play matchmaker, even if it's with her brother."

A small smile tugged on my lips as I thought of the first time Tam and I met, on the date Biana had orchestrated. The memory was another punch in the gut. A time before we had to worry about Tam's stupid ex-friends who were hell bent on making life very difficult for us.

Suddenly a cold feeling gushed through my body. "Oh god, do you know if Tam's okay? They took us both..."

I felt the ropes move a little and Biana's tiny sigh filled the air. "Sophie, I- I don't wanna say anything because we can't know anything for sure. But... these people are dangerous. We... they..." She sighed again, lowering her voice a few notches down. "Listen, I don't want to cut your hopes short. But they'll do anything for revenge."

I frowned, the space between my eyebrows wrinkling. "What I really want to know is why the hell are they so obsessed with Tam? All he literally did was refuse to save Timber's ass when it would land him into a crapload of trouble. Which is perfectly understandable! So why are they so fixated on kidnapping him? Why do they need him?"

Biana groaned. "Sophie... are you really that oblivious? Money. You know how rich Tam's family is."

I purse my lips. "Yeah but they could get money from anywhere else. I get they have this whole rivalry thing going on and yeah Tam's family are really fucking rich, but why does that make them so motivated to chase after Tam, traveling over an entire country just to find him and bring him- wherever we are right now."

"You're not in a place to ask questions, Foster."

"Oh shit," Imposter Biana muttered under her breath.

I glanced up to see a dark figure approaching us. "We'll need to ask you some questions, Sophie. And you'll kindly answer them."

"I'm not answering anything!" I spit out, despite the anxiety bubbling up in my chest and my subconsciousness screaming at me and calling me a useless dumbass.

"Yes, yes you are. You're definitely not in a position to bargain with us," I could practically hear the sneer dripping in the cold, snipey tone the person spoke in.

"Just go with it, don't be stupid," Imposter Biana urged me, her tone pleading. Why does she even care about what happens to me?

"Listen to Biana," the person said mockingly.

I felt the ropes loosen and I looked up, not surprised at all to see Timber. "We meet again," I say casually, as if I wasn't just kidnapped, drugged, and tied up in the same ropes as a friend of my boyfriend's twin sister who supposedly died. Just as if we were discussing the weather.

Timber ignored me and pulled the ropes off me, which were apparently entirely separate from Biana's, aside from the two ropes that were used to tie us against each other. Why did they tie me with Biana, though? Wouldn't that mean we could conspire? Then again, it probably wasn't even Biana-

My jaw dropped as Timber forced me to my feet. In the dim lighting from the flashlight clipped to Timber's belt, I could see the girl I'd been tied up with clearly.

Looks like Biana wasn't dead after all.

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