Max's POV

I groaned, rolling over in my bed. Hang on, my bed isn't hard, cold and made of metal.

"Will you stop rolling around so much? This is the third time you've rolled away from your pillow since they put us on the plane." a female voice with a slight accent moaned before I felt my body be moved and my head placed on something a lot more comfortable. I snuggled into the soft material before my eyes snapped open.

"PLANE!" I cried as I sat up so quickly my head connected with something hard.

"Ow God!" the girl cried, clutching her forehead as she fell back. My head killed from the I hit a couple hours ago, not to mention I felt groggy, sluggish and pretty much brain-dead.

"Why are we on a plane?" I demanded, forcing myself to sit up against the wall.

"Oh I'm fine thanks for asking. You drool in your sleep by the way." she mumbled sarcastically, rubbing her forehead. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts.

"Sorry. Are you ok?" I asked. The girl nodded, letting her hand drop from her head.

"Yeah I'll live. What about you? You've been out for nearly two days." my eyes widened.

"Two days? How hard did they hit me?" the girl cracked a small smile.

"Not very. You woke up just as we reached the airport so they drugged you with something pretty strong. We've been flying for nearly fifteen hours and you've been asleep the whole way through." I nodded, looking down at where my head had been. Laying there was the girls leather jacket, crumpled into a ball with a small drool patch on it.

"Sorry." I mumbled, handing it to her when I noticed her shiver. I'm glad I decided to throw on the red open shirt over my plain white shirt. At least it staved off some of the cold.

We sat in silence for a while after that, neither of us sure what to do in this impossible situation. Sure girls got kidnapped all of the time to be sold as sex slaves, but guys? And what was so special about my family that made some guy named Vladimir want me specially?

I tried not to let how scared I was show through, choosing instead to mask all my emotions with a thoughtful expression. It was hard though. I didn't know why, but something about this girl made me want to talk to her, comfort her in this unexpected hour of darkness. I even contemplated telling her I was a wizard, but that was too much for anyone to understand. But most of all I felt an overwhelming need to protect her. I could see it in her eyes. Despite the brave face she was putting on I could see all her fear, anger and sadness in her eyes, looking like it had been stored up for a long while in the deep depths of those emerald pools.

I decided to break the tense silence between us.

"I'm sorry but I don't know your name, mine's-"

"Max Russo, I know who you are." she cut in and I saw her face change. She looked hurt and a little annoyed. I wonder what I said that upset her. She must have noticed my confused expression because she sighed heavily, folding her arms across her chest.

"My name is Molly. Molly Fuentes." her introduction was icy, like she didn't really want to tell me. I considered the name for a moment, seeing if it held any meaning to me. I felt like I knew it should but I couldn't place where in my life she belonged, so I shook my head, turning back to look at her.

"Molly Fuentes, that's a nice name." I said and the corners of her mouth twitched up in response, her green eyes sparkling with warmth.

"That's what you said the first time," she mumbled to herself. What first time?

"But I was wondering how you knew my name?" the sparkle in her eyes vanished leaving behind angry wounded ones. The transformation surprised me, not knowing what mistake I had made. I was about to ask what I did wrong but she beat me to it.

"The reason I know your name is because we've been in the same class together since the last year of middle school." she paused, probably taking in my surprised expression. "Not only that, but I tutored you in math before the summer!" she spat the last part before getting up and storming over to the other side of the cargo hold, curling herself into a shivering ball as far away from me as possible. I sat there stunned and angry at myself. How could I overlook her so drastically. Her eyes were enough to make anybody stop and stare and she was undeniably beautiful, yet I had spent nearly a year without so much as batting an eyelid.

Now that I thought about it, Molly had been there a lot. She would smile at me when she passed me in the hallway, whisper an answer to a question that I didn't know in my ear and whenever I did something deemed 'To random for the situation' she would laugh through the awkwardness and make me seem less stupid. She had been there for me and I hadn't even given her a single thank you. I was about to apologise but the next words she spoke chilled me to the bone.

"It's your fault I'm here." the cargo hold was big but the echo made the words travel all the way around.

"What do you mean?" I asked. Surely it couldn't be my fault. Uri said he wanted her specially, nothing because I did.

"Rick told me you pointed him out, Maxus." I flinched at the awful nickname. "If you hadn't done that they we would have never had a fight and Uri never would have been able to corner me." at the last words she huffed and her eyes caught mine. I was surprised by how heavily guarded they were. I was about to look away, but a single tear slid down her cheek and my heart nearly exploded from the need to comfort her. She didn't even seem to notice it, she just continued to glare at me. I crawled over to her, sitting beside her so close every time she shivered her arms would brush mine.

"Molly, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry you're here, I'm sorry I got you into this and most of all I'm sorry for having no memory of you." her eyes closed and I felt a sudden chill go down my spine. Just as I was about to move away, I felt a sudden pressure on my shoulder. I looked to see her head resting on it, her body curled against mine for warmth. I wrapped my arm around her waist to bring her closer.

"I don't blame you Max, nobody notices me that much at school, unless you're one of the ones that find abandonment funny." my brow furrowed and she sighed. "My parents abandoned me when I was eight and for the past eight years I've been through six, going on seven, foster families."

"Going on seven?" I asked and she sighed, looking at the floor.

"I've been in a bit of trouble this year, just some small stuff, and I get the feeling that they're going to move me on to another family. That means I'll have to move again, start at a new school and go through being alone all over again." she finished, wiping her eyes even though she only cried that single tear.

"Don't cry Molly." I mumbled, stroking her arms. They were so cold, the leather jacket discarded beside her. She chuckled.

"I'm not crying, I haven't cried since I was eight…well emotionally anyway. If it's something that's physically beyond my control then yes tears will show, but there's no emotion behind it." I felt sorry for her, she had been through so much and yet she still held her head high.

"Well the bright side is that, now that we've been kidnapped, you can't move away and we can stay friends." Molly turned her head up to look at me, the sparkle back in her eyes.

"Just like I remember, you always try to look at the upside of life." I smiled at her and she giggled. "That won't do much good when we're dead though." she finished and my smile vanished. "Sorry."

"It's ok." I hugged her closer to me, not wanting to let her go. She sighed, snuggling into my side.

"You're warm." she mumbled and I smiled.

I sat there for a while as I held her against me. I think she fell asleep but I couldn't. I had been asleep for two days and now my body was too buzzed. The jet leg once we reached wherever we were going was going to suck massively. At one point during the night Molly started tossing, thrashing in my arms. Her mouth was forming shapes and sometimes she would cry out.

"NO! PLEASE!…DON'T SEND ME BACK!…HELP ME MOM!" I held her against me, her faced buried in my chest. She calmed down after that, a sweet smile coming onto her face as she cuddled up against me completely, so much that she was nearly in my lap while tears streamed down her cheeks. I stroked her hair, wondering where she wouldn't go back to.

I fell asleep a little after that, her smile filling my dreams. If Molly and I made it out of this I would spend every minute making up for all the friendship she had offered me that I had thrown back at her. I would protect her, even if I had to use my wizard powers.

No Ones POV

Alex walked through her house, wondering where everyone was. She knew Justin was downstairs with her mom making sandwiches and her dad was in the kitchen raiding the fridge. But Max was nowhere to be seen.

"Justin!" she shouted down the stairs, only to be met with annoyed grunts as he trudged up the stairs.

"What Alex! I'm working!" he yelled but she only rolled her eyes.

"Max isn't home and it's been nearly…" she quickly checked the clock. "…a whole day?" Justin's eyes widened.

"How could we not notice he was gone?" Justin asked as Alex sat on the couch.

"I don't know, but we gotta find him, knowing Max he's probably lost in a library or something." Justin chuckled.

"Yeah, he may be stupid but I don't think he could get in that much trouble."