Hey Sweetpeas,
Guess what? So today in Religion my teacher said that we would be having a Harry Potter/L.o.t.R trivia and I got excited because I was so going to win the Harry Potter part (And I was hungry and the mars bars on his desk looked scrumptious) but then he started quizzing us on Berlin and Hitler and all this other stuff.
Finally someone reminded him about HP so he was like "Oh yeah, what creature was Hedwig?" I sat there in stunned silence because I had been expecting really complicated questions, it was depressing.
Three
Saving my life? Why exactly was he saving my life? Shouldn't he be the one I get saved from? He is the enemy here, isn't he? When you think about it, he never actually tried to kidnap me until I put up a fight. He was just going to ask me to hop into his car, but was it because he wanted to save my life? Jesus, Mary and Joseph Cameron! Are you actually contemplating that he could be a good guy in this situation?
I sat in silence for the next half an hour as Zach drove us to a safe house/my new prison. I had learnt about safe houses of course, though in most cases the house was CIA approved and not some two story house that had way too many entry points, so maybe that's why when Zach pulled up in front of the house all I could think was death trap.
Zach turned to me and raised an eyebrow; damn I have always wanted to be able to do that. "Now, do I have to carry you in or are you going to walk?"
I glared at him and opened the car door, a second later he was around my side of the car and slipping his hand in mine. I had a feeling the hand holding had nothing to do with being cute and everything to do with making sure I didn't bolt. But he needn't have to worry; I wasn't going to bolt, yet.
Zach unlocked the front door with one hand and then tugged me and all of the luggage into the house. He then pushed me –yes actual push-age- into a room and I heard the lock turn behind me.
Was him locking me in the small bedroom his way of showing that he wasn't trying to kidnap me? Because if it was he seriously needed a change in tactic, I bet this wasn't even the biggest room.
The room was small, with a double bed pushed into the corner and a vanity table over by the window that looked as though it was about to fall to pieces. Wait a window? Score!
I ran over to it and tried to pull it open; surprise, surprise it was locked. But that was okay because I was very good at picking locks, not that I would ever tell Zach that. It could be considered a breach of national security if he ever did find out. Plus there is a covert rule that clearly states that when you have the advantage you should never let it slip away.
I pulled out the set of lock picks that Bex had given me for my fourteenth birthday and thanked the Gods that I had thought to stash them in my boot this morning instead of my luggage; hey a girl has got to be prepared for anything.
While I was picking the lock on the window I was pounced on by the memories of my father teaching me how to open any bolt, catch or deadlock. I wasn't sure why I was remembering my father so much lately, sure ever since his death I had always thought about him all the time but now that I was kidnapped? It was like he was right here with me, urging me on.
After three minutes and twenty-four seconds (I counted) I finally unlocked the window and pulled it open. I could hear Zach talking on his phone down in the kitchen and I was praying that he wouldn't hear the small racket the window had caused. Turns out the window squeaks when opened. You would think there would at least be a sign on the window saying 'Warning, this window squeaks when opened, not great for silent escapes.' Jesus people were so inconsiderate these days.
I looked down at my attire of black booted heels, skinny jeans and a see-through white blouse. It was an appropriate enough for what I was about to do, I had trained myself to be able to do anything in heels, including climbing so they shouldn't be a problem. Though maybe the fact that I wore a black bra under the see-through blouse was most likely the reason I was abducted in the first place. Don't flatter yourself Cam.
After shoving my lock picks back into one of my boots I climbed up onto the window ledge and slid out onto the roof. I stood there for a moment, cursing Macey for making me swear that I would wear heels the whole time I was in Europe, and smiling about the fact that Bex had made me promise to prove that girls could totally do stunts in heels. Well if I could pull off this whole climbing across the rooftops thing in these blasted things then I definitely deserved my freedom.
I quietly and nimbly climbed to the edge of the roof and slid into a sitting position; here goes nothing. I pushed myself off the roof and landed perfectly on the lawn below, right in front of an amused looking Zach. Aw shit.
Well at least I didn't break a heel. I thought grumpily to myself as he dragged me by the arm back inside. Once in the kitchen he turned to me and raised his eyebrow yet again. Show off.
"Are you going to tell me how you got out that window? Because I know for a fact it was locked." He crossed his arms and leaned against the counter, looking incredibly sexy. Wait what? I swear I didn't just think that.
"Are you sure you locked it? Because studies have shown that when under stress people can forget to do an awful lot, and I'm sure that abducting someone must be super stressful." I told him innocently.
"Nice try, now are you going to tell me the truth or will I have to search you?"
Search me? If he so much as touched me he was going to get a fly kick to the stomach. Note to self; buy some heels with switchblades in them, they would make fly kicking someone so much more deadly.
Zach moved closer and my eyes widened as I realised he was serious about the searching thing. I cringed slightly as I got ready to tell the most embarrassing lie of my life. "I may have taken the wire out of my bra and used it to open the window." I so didn't need to fake the blush that spread across my cheeks.
Zach looked slightly shocked for a moment, then he started to chuckle, "And where did you learn how to do that?" He asked me, clearly amused.
"It was on an episode of Friends." So not a lie.
Zach must have believed me because he asked, "Where is the wire now? We can't have you trying to open any of the other locks now can we?"
I looked quickly down at my boot for a fraction of a second before telling him I dropped it outside. Of course he had seen the look and knelt down to check my shoes. That was his first mistake.
As soon as he knelt down, I swung my knee up and got him square in the face. As he doubled over I turned and ran towards the front door, only to be stopped dead by the arm that had encircled my waist.
"Let go of me you condescending, cynical rapist!" I shouted, struggling as he tackled me to the floor. He sat there straddling my waist with his legs for a moment and smirked.
"Those were quite some big words there. Now why don't you be a good girl and go sit in your room quietly?"
I tried to punch him but he caught my fist. "You sound exactly like some disturbing old man who wants to keep girls locked up in his house for ten years!" So maybe my comebacks weren't any good, but I was under a lot of stress.
"Also, did you really just climb across a roof in heels?" He asked, slightly surprised.
"So what if I did." I growled at him. Could he not get off me already? My legs were getting numb.
"Well anyone who can climb in those earns some of my respect. I won't lock you in your room again…"
"Not that locking me in there would do much good." I pointed out.
He continued as though I hadn't spoken, "Instead, I will let you use the rest of the house. We can eat and then I will answer your questions. Eat first, questions later." He added hastily as he saw my mouth begin to open.
I lied there frowning at him for two minutes before he seemed to realise he was supposed to stop straddling me now. He smirked at me and took his time getting up off me. Asshole.
I walked over to the kitchen fridge and stared in dismay at the contents; four potatoes, some cream, butter, bread and what looked like a miss happened apple. Frowning, I pulled out everything except the bread and apple.
I lit the stove and found a pot, which I filled with water. "What are you doing?" Zach asked, staring moodily at the pot, probably remembering that just over an hour ago I had threatened him with a frying pan.
"I'm making dinner." I muttered as I moved around the kitchen. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph is this a blow torch?" I exclaimed as I opened up one of the drawers. Add that to the list of things I would take with me upon escaping.
"Yes and you aren't allowed to go anywhere near that, thank you very much." Zach plucked the small blow torch out of my grip and marched away to hide it. Okay then.
I sighed and piled my hair onto my head in a messy bun; this was going to be so much fun, no one ever let me cook back home.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Zach asked warily as he watched me pour cream into the saucepan without even measuring it.
"Uh hu," I nodded as I stirred the wooden spoon enthusiastically, "Mashed potatoes are the one thing I can actually cook."
"The one thing?" He asked, amused.
"Hey, don't go laughing at me, Mr I'm so tough I'm going to go kidnap and tackle a girl today just to feel better about myself." I waved the wooden spoon at him as I said it.
"Oh, and what about you, Miss I'm going to go show off by climbing across the rooftop in high heels and landing like a cat in the back yard."
"I would not have had to show off if you hadn't kidnapped me!" I pointed out.
"I wouldn't have had to kidnap you if you had just gotten into my car when I asked nicely." He retorted. I stared at him for a moment, before silently turning back to the food. For a few minutes I had forgotten why I was here, I had been so caught up in the casual flirting that I had forgotten that this boy –no matter how attractive he was- had abducted me.
We both fell into an awkward silence until the food was ready. We ate in silence, neither of us really tasting the potatoes as we got lost in our own heads; I was thinking about what a mess I had gotten myself into and he was probably contemplating how much money he would get if he sold me to some brothel.
After much consideration I decided I might as well hear what he had to say, who knows it might shed some light on this whole situation. Well here goes nothing.
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Q: Which of the Hogwarts Professors was a duelling champion when they were younger?
Correct Answer on the next chapter xx
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