Chapter 8

A/N: … Hi. So I've been thinking (Michelle 1: Good for you! Michelle 2: Why thank you.) Anyways, do any of you guys read this? I mean the author's notes. They are very important. I'M GONNA POP SOME . I WEAR YOUR GRANDPA'S CLOTHES. I LOOK INCREDIBLE! Well thanks for reading this! -Michelle

I AGREE WITH MICHELLE HERE. :) -Ashley

Nudge's POV

Oh. My. Gosh. What did I just do?! Ugh, stupid instincts. Now I feel bad for knocking him out! Well, I guess it serves the creepy dude right, for kidnapping me from my own house! The creepy hot dude… Why couldn't my capturer be a bald middle-aged man? If he was then I'd have no problem with knocking the living daylights out of him and running for my life.

It all comes down to my internal hawt-o-meter. If this guy wasn't a perfect 10/10 on the scale and on the verge of breaking the HAWT-o-meter, then he'd be unconscious on the floor in an empty apartment. Instead, I've tied him to a table chair with some sheets and plopped a bag of frozen peas on his probably bruised head. I'm too nice sometimes. I mean, look at him! He's a living breathing Abercrombie model, and I would know. I shop at Abercrombie like everyday! Maybe if he wasn't my kidnapper I would ask him if he were a model...

I'm snooping through his apartment now. It's quite a nice place for a weirdo. It's very modern with a sleek flat screen hanging on one wall of the living room and a black leather sofa. There's a kitchen with a marble countertop, a small bathroom through one door, and a bedroom with another bathroom connected to it. I scan the bedroom quickly. Queen sized bed with blue sheets in the corner, closet in one wall, dirty clothes strewn everywhere, and a wooden desk with a huge computer system setup. Score! This is where my true awesomeness comes in!

I settle myself into the awesome navy spinny chair and turned the computer on. The monitor shows a page asking for a password. I smile. Here we go.

I try some simpler passwords at first; like password, 1234, I am a kidnapper, I am hot etc. but decide to try some more complicated combinations when they don't work. Numbers and letters scroll through my head and I have the screen unlocked in fifty seconds flat. I had to give it to the guy though; it took me longer than it did for most people's computers. Suddenly, a notice pops onto the desktop.

ACCESS DENIED.

My jaw hits the floor. (But not really, because that would really hurt. If you dented your jaw you probably couldn't eat, because it would have hurt your jaw, and the floor. Just a word of advice kids, don't let your jaw hit the floor.) Say what now?! That's impossible! Who is hefor his computer to tell me that ACCESS WAS DENIED?! This dude is not only a total weirdo for kidnapping me, though he does have excellent kidnapping taste if I do say so myself, but he is also absolutely mental if he thinks that hecan get away with his computer telling me that ACCESS WAS DENIED!Scowling, I punch a lengthy string of codes into the keyboard.

ACCESS DENIED.

Arrrggghhhhh!

What kind of system does he have here? I try three more techniques but I just can't get through. This is not happening! I'm supposed to be the computer genius! Like the queen bee. The emperor of the penguins! The beans of the burrito!

A groan drags through the silence and breaks my mental ranting. I guess Sleeping Beauty's awake. I jump up and head to the living room, snatching the lamp from the desk, where I had left it. I creep towards my kidnapper with my makeshift weapon clutched tightly. His back is to me and the peas are lying on the floor next to his bound feet.

"Who are you?" he asks suddenly, before twisting his head to face me.

I freeze in in my place.

"I said," he repeats with real malice, "who are you?"

I take a deep breath then come around to face him. The boy's gorgeous eyes widen just a smidge in surprise then he relaxes.

"Um, I'm, bad, you don't want to mess with me," I stutter out.

"Yeah, real BAD," he says to me, his words drenched in sarcasm. And get this. The dude actually had the nerve to smirk!

That snapped me out of my stuttering. He's the one tied to a chair here.

"Yup," I confidently reply.

"You had some pretty good moves," he smirks, "you know, tying me up and all..."

He thought my moves were good. HOT GUY LIKES MY MOVES. *squeal* Hot guy likes my amazing butt kicking moves! Whoop de doo!

"Um, are you even listening to me?" he questions.

"Ya!" I snap back at him.

"Sure. So what's your name?" he asks while yawning.

"I'm Nudge, but I've always wanted the name Cassandra. because if you roll the r's then it sounds really cool. Like, just say Cassandra while rolling the r's it sounds so cool, what would you like to be named? But you can't take Cassandra because that's my name, heheh, never mind. Most guys don't like the name Cassandra as their name." I blabber on.

He stares at me with his mouth wide open.

If Max were here she'd probably say " Close your mouth, wouldn't want to catch any flies,"

. . .

MAX.

"AAAHHHH!" I yell. He stares at me like I'm a maniac... I probably am...

"Woah girl, what's the problem?"

"Max is going to kill me!" I screech.

He looked at me sympathetically, "Yeah, she was."

Oh no, oh no she'll probably freak out then skin me alive then skin this dude then we'll both just be ugly no-skin beings! No, no, no! I love my skin!

Blondy looks at me with an odd look in his eyes. It almost looked like he cared about what happened to my skin. Oh. Wait.

"I remember now! You kidnapped me! Oh my gosh, oH mY gOsH, OH MY GOSH! STAY AWAY FROM ME!" I scream and dash off to the far wall, still gripping my lamp.

Silence. Then uncontrollable laughter echoes around the room. The dude's laughing his head off and actually tearing up. Oh gosh. That must be his evil diabolical laugh before he kills me by pulling off each limb by limb until there's only my elbow left because elbows are the coolest part of the body so he'll want to save that for last.

He finally dwindles to chuckling and gasping for air when he says, "I'm *GASP* the one *GASP* tied to a chair, here! *GaSp* Could *Gasp* I really do anything to you? *gasp*"

I stay still for a moment but then a thought pops into my mind. "Do not touch my elbow!"

My eyes are watering now, and tears are streaking down my face. "Don't touch it, don't touch it, don't touch it!"

"Woah girl, are you okay? Are you mentally stable?" he asks.

How dare he? Of course I'm 'mentally stable!' He's the one who's losing it. Kidnapping an innocent girl!

"You are an evil poopie!" I yell, one of the worst words I know.

He smirks at me before yanking at the bedsheets.

"STOP RIGHT THERE MISTER," I scream, "Don't yank on that again!"

He chuckles softly before yanking again. Oh no the bedsheets are going loose... I guess my plan was doomed from the start, after all, he's really muscley...He yanks one more time before the bedsheets are free from his grasp.

"Don't take another step forward dude," I say,

"My names Dylan," he states, before taking another step forward, (what a rebel.)

And then, history repeats itself when I pelt a lamp at his face, again.

But instead of a surprised look, he ducks the lamp with ease. I knew it He's a ninja! By now, Dylan is 6 feet away from me.

"Woah, you got mad skills yo!" I say, before realizing he's a kidnapper.

"I know." he says arrogantly. He stretches his arms above his head with a yawn and scratches his head. "So, gurlie. Tell me-"

Before he can even blink, I throw a punch at his face. He ducks a second too slow and I can tell a bruise will form. But he quickly recovers and kicks my legs, leaving me on the floor.

"You're not an average kidnapper, you know that?"

He smirks down at me. "I know, I'm a smokingkidnapper."

"Just cause your hot doesn't mean I can't beat you up,. I scowl at him before rolling onto my feet and proceeding into a series of fast jabs and punches. He avoids most of my blows but I can tell he's going to have a whole lot of bruises tomorrow.

I attempt to kick him where "the sun don't shine" but he swiftly intercepts. What a meanie. He does three hard jabs to my stomach with an annoyed but impressed look on his face. He probably thought I couldn't put up a fight. Humph. I collapse in a heap onto the floor.

I lay on the floor, absolutely still.

"Um, are you ok?" he asks quietly.

Uh, duh no! You just punched me!

He crouches down and leans over me.

MWAAHAHAHAHA, he'll never see it coming.

I lay still until he sighs and stands up. I hear him turn around and start to shuffle away. I jump up quietly and snap a powerful kick to the back of his head. He collapses on the floor, but this time, I check to make sure he's really unconscious. You thought I was innocent didn't ya? Well, guess you were wrong.

Oh and BTW, you're a bad ninja. I say to him in my head, while smirking, before turning on my heel and walking straight out the door.

A/N: THE END. Max will be included in the next chappie though so don't worry. OH, I was wondering, how would you guys feel if we incorporated ourselves into the fan fic? :P -Ashley BTW, we're not going to be updating for awhile due to homework and stuff. We are busy gals! So sorry guys, but this story is NOT forgotten.