LOVERS OR ENEMIES

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The next morning my alarm went off at 5:30 so naturally my day did not start off too great, so I decided to go down stairs and make some coffee and I found my mom already making breakfast.

“Mom why are you up at this time of morning I thought you were gonna sleep in since it's your day off.” I said slightly worried as to why she was up so soon.

“I couldn't sleep, so I decided to try and make you breakfast, note I said tried.” She said looking down at the burnt toast. Okay I mean her heart is in the right place its just I feel bad for that poor piece of heavily toasted bread. I walk towards the table and try my best not to laugh…

“It’s fine, mom…” I say, stifling a laugh.

“No it’s not… I’m a mother… I’m supposed to learn how to cook…” she says, sounding stressed… My phone chimes and I look down at it

Today: Dad’s Birthday

So that may be one of the reasons she’s stressed… okay… I got this…

“Mom… you’re fine… you’re used to making money… dad was the cook… how about we go to the cafe… then we can talk about life…” I say… smiling… I mean usually I wouldn’t talk to her… but with it being my dad’s birthday, it makes it harder not to talk… especially seeing my mom stressed over something as simple as breakfast…

“Don’t you have school?” she asks, her eyebrow raising.

“Yes… but can I please miss it… I mean… it’s dad’s birthday,” I say, with puppy dog eyes.

“I don’t think so, sweetie… now go get ready… there’s no way in heck that I’ll let my child go to school in a pair of shorts that short…” she says, shooing me with her hands.

“Okay… okay… but will you at least take me to school?” I ask, making my way up the stairs.

“Yes… but why don’t you just take the bus… it’ll save you energy from walking to school,” she says.

“Because… the children on the bus go wha wha wha,” I say, making a joke. All she does is look at me like she is resisting the urge to roll her eyes. “Tough crowd.” I say then both of us burst out laughing. 

“I haven’t talked to you like this in a while…” She says, sobering from her laughter.

“Yeah…” I say, surprised at myself… people used to call me mute after my dad died because I was so distant… so right now, talking to my mom like I used to feels nice… “Anyways… since you aren’t letting me miss school… I’ll just go get ready…” I say, continuing my journey up the stairs… “Ow” I trip on the last step… I limp my way to my room, and to my closet… then I stumble to get my black leather jacket, grey tank top, blue pants, and my ankle boots… then I walk downstairs with my bag, and wait for my mom…

“Mom?” I yell through the house… no answer… “MOM?” I yell again, walking back up the stairs to her room… “Ow,” I trip on the same step… nevermind… it was just a really tough surface of air… I walk into her room to find nothing except for an organized room… So I walk downstairs and on the last stair, I twist my ankle on nothing and fall, almost hitting my face on the floor… My god… I’m a huge clutz today… ah… I’m always a clutz… no surprise there… I hear the car start and I walk out there, finding my mom in her car, waiting for me… She has a huge smile plastered on her face, I don’t let my smile show… because like I’ve explained before… I don’t smile unless I’m reading, or somewhere peaceful like a private beach… ah man… I really want to go on vacation… where it’s peaceful… jeez, I’m making myself jealous just thinking of that… I get into my mom’s car and she pulls out of the driveway, and starts driving to my school… We get to the school, I get out, after giving my mom a kiss on the cheek, then I walk into the building… As I make my way towards my locker, I find Dylan and his two friends leaning next to it, talking… Dylan is facing away from me… I walk to my locker, unlock my lock, open it, grab my stuff, close it, and walk away from him without saying a word… I don’t feel like dealing with him… especially not on my dad’s birthday…

“Hey… you didn’t even say hi,” Dylan jogs to catch up to me.

“Ugh…” I roll my eyes and walk faster…

“Hey… wait up…” He says, following me.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone,” I say, walking even faster… this dude is annoying…

“Have you ever gone on a date?” He ignores my question.

“I’m not going to answer that because that’s definitely none of your business,” I say, still walking away from him, finally getting to my class… Unfortunately he has this class too because he sits next to me.

“So… what you’re saying is… you’ve never been asked to go on a date?” He asks, a small smirk playing on his lips.

“I don’t have to answer this…” I say, moving away from him… if I’m lucky someone else will sit next to me…

A black haired girl sits next to me… she looks innocent and beautiful… I’m anything but innocent trust me… but maybe it’d be a good thing to make new friends… I mean with boy drama coming… hint hint… this boy I know for sure won’t leave me alone...

“Hey… I’m Bella…” she says, smiling while holding her hand out to shake.

“Maddie,” I say, a small, barely noticeable smile on my lips.

“Wanna be friends?” she asks, her voice like a bunch of angels.

“I’d love that,” I say, actually feeling happy. Maybe school will be my new happy place… now that I have a friend…

“Great…” she says, taking a book out and reading it… I do the same and start reading until I feel the same eyes from yesterday looking down on me… So I look up, along with Bella…

“Can I help you?” I ask, annoyed that he took me from my book.

“Can I speak to you?” He asks, looking from me to Bella to me again…

“Sure… no one is stopping you…” I say, my sass biting back.

“Fine… I want you to sit next to me… if she wants to sit with us… she can…” He says, kind of demandingly…

“You don’t get to tell me what to do… last time I checked, I was a free young woman…” I say, still sitting down.

“Well… I wasn’t asking… so let’s go…” He says, grabbing my arm… my god… this dude is bipolar… one minute he was being funny and nice… the next he was angry and demanding… Ugh… men… *eye roll*

“Let go of me, asshole,” I yell, pulling my arm out of his grip.

“Fine… you don’t sit next to me… we’ll sit next to you…” He waves his guys towards us… “Move,” He tells Bella… Bella starts getting up, but I stop her with my arm.

“She doesn’t have to listen to you, asshat… so go sit somewhere else…” I say, glaring at him.

“That’s it… if you don’t sit with me…” He starts saying but then the teacher walks in and tell him to sit down…

“d**k,” I mumble loud enough for him to hear… “Are you okay?” I ask Bella who looked kind of scared.

“Y… yeah…” she says, shaking a little bit.

“Good…” I say quietly, not trying to bring attention to myself.

******

As soon as the bell rang, me and Bella rushed out of the classroom, trying to get away from the guys’... I could literally feel the anger radiating off of Dylan in the classroom…

I really despised him he was so annoyingly rude. Dude if I don't want to sit with you, back the f**k off. I reached my next class sooner than I thought when I was pushed against the locker… I wince in pain from the pain in my back… Guess who’s in front of me, holding me to the locker… That’s right… Dylan Stone has me pinned against the locker… that f*****g asshole… his eyes are a darker shade and he looks mad as hell… my god… this dude needs to take anger management or something… his anger is worse than mine… 

“Let me go, asshole,” I say, making him put all his weight on me to hold me against the locker.

“Don’t. Tell. Me. What. To. Do.” He says through gritted teeth. He moves his face closer to mine and smashes his lips onto mine… I was about to kiss him back… then I knee him in his family jewels instead… as he’s on the ground, crying… I take that as my cue to leave… so instead of going to my last class, I start walking home quickly… the last thing I need is him following me home…

I get home and find my mom napping on the couch as a show is playing on Netflix.

So instead of bothering her I head upstairs and get on my computer to play games or something else… About three hours of being in my room has passed, and I’m still on my laptop, watching ‘New Girl’... That was until I was interrupted by a knock on my window… since my blinds were closed, I opened them and found Dylan’s face outside… what the hell is he doing here? So instead of opening the window, I close my blinds, lay on my bed, put my earbuds in, and keep watching ‘New Girl’... That was until someone came furiously marching into my room… guess who it was… go on… guess… if you guessed Dylan Stone… you guessed correctly… I look up from my laptop and find him glaring at me with anger… god, this dude needs to take a chill pill.

“Why the hell did you leave me out there?” He asks with venom.

“Because… why would I want you in my house?” I ask, getting up, and walking out of my room.

“Because you’re mine…” He says, claiming me like I’m an object… oh hell no… it was bad to come marching in my house like he owns the place… but it’s a whole nother thing to claim me… I’m the freeest woman alive… is that a word? Who cares… I’m a woman, not a f*****g chair.

“NO YOU JUST DIDN’T,” I say, clapping my hands, “Hell no, you just didn’t,” I say, while clapping my hands again. He looks at me dumbfounded.

“A…” He starts saying, but before he says anything, I felt a small sting on my hand… oh s**t… I slapped this angry ass dude… I’m in deep s**t…

I look up at him with an ‘o’ shape mouth… I regret that immediately.

“Sorry,” I say, and run out of my room… there's no way in hell that I’ll get caught by him… guys’ are abusive… Even when they tell you they have changed… they do the same mistake… and with the past relationships I’ve been in… I know that most guys’ are the same… they’re abusive when they don’t get what they want, they’re like children… except instead of screaming, they hit you or do something else… Anyways… As I run down the stairs, I trip on the same exact step and roll down the god damn stairs… These damn stairs… They’re a hazard to our environment… and the reason most people buy baby gates… that reminds me… I should buy a baby gate… It might save me next time… 

As I’m waiting for the impact to my body, I feel a strong pair of arms grab me… They saved my life… My hero… I turn around… OH HELL please come collect me… I’ve been a horrible human being… but please please save me from this buff asshole.

“Why didn’t you just let me fall?” I ask, annoyed.

“Because… I don’t want you hurting your beautiful face,” He says, still holding me.

“I didn’t think you’d care… I mean you are a twatwaffle,” I say, getting out of his grip and carefully walking down the steps.

“Excuse me?” He asks, clearly angry.

“Did you not hear me call you a twatwaffle? Or were you just ignoring me?” I ask, clearly getting on his nerves.

“That is it…” He start saying…

“Where is it? Also… I’ve been dying to ask… how did you get in my house?” I ask.

“Your mother invited me in… I told her that we had a project to work on… she told me where your room was and left…” He says, a little calmer… how is he calm? I’m the most obnoxious person alive… and he’s calm? He should be as furious as a bull that sees a red flag.

“So… now you can leave… we finished our “project” and I would like my personal space back,” I say, still walking away from him, to the kitchen.

“I’m not that close…” He says, following me to the kitchen.

“You may not be… but you are in my personal bubble… and the only person who can be in my personal bubble is my mom,”

“But like I said, I’m not that close…” He repeats.

“In my mind… you’re closer than you need to be… so leave…” I say, grabbing a granola bar from our cupboard.

“What have I told you about telling me what to do?” He asks, stepping too close to me.

“I don’t know… what did you say?” I ask, glaring at him.

“Not to do it… so…” He picks me up over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes… “You’re coming with me, Princess,” He says, walking out of my house… I didn’t do anything… like I didn’t hit his back or anything… I’ve read too many books that the girl tries getting out of the guys grip by hitting his back… it doesn’t do anything… so I lay over his shoulder and eat my granola bar.

“Hey… where are we going?” I ask as he puts me in his car… I try getting out, but he put the child lock on… jerk.

He gets in the car.

“Does this spontaneous place have food… because I’m starving…” I say, facing him while he drives.

“I kidn*pped you, and you’re thinking of food?” He asks, his eyes furrowed.

“Yeah… I mean why wouldn’t I… food is good… especially when it’s free…” I say, still facing him.

“Yes… there's food at the place you’re staying,” He says, paying attention to the road.

“Great…” I say, watching stuff pass through my window.

**********

It turns out I’m staying at his house… it’s actually a mansion… but… who’s really paying attention…

“So, where’s the food,” I run into the house.

“This way,” He leads me to a kitchen with his two friends and like 5 more guys.

“Wow…” I whisper to myself, all of sudden feeling shy.

All of the guys are looking at me, about as surprised as me… Jeez… I’m really hungry… so I walk to what looks like the fridge, shoving a few guys’ out of my way… I find eggs, ew… next… I close the fridge and open a cupboard… I grab a bag of Doritos, and walk out of the kitchen into what looks like the living room… I sit on the couch, and watch what was on when I stepped in here, while eating my Doritos.

“You can change it, if you want,” A guy says, walking in and sitting next to me.

“I don’t know where the remote is,” I say, not paying attention to the guy.

“Here…” He hands me the remote.

“Well… how do you work it?” I ask… this controller is more confusing than the one at home… oh right… I got kidn*pped… totally forgot… “Where’s the bathroom?” I ask, getting up.

“Follow me…” A different guy says, leading me to a bathroom…

“Thanks,” I say, walking into the bathroom. I close the seat on the toilet and sit on it, checking my messages… is it weird that they haven’t taken it yet? 

Mom: Where are you?

Mom: Please answer me

Mom: If you don’t answer me, you’re grounded.

 Me: Mom… I’m going on a trip for school… sorry I didn’t tell you sooner… I’ll see you soon… text you soon.

Mom: Okay… glad you’re okay… please call soon.

You may be wondering why I didn’t tell her the truth… Well… let’s just say… I’ve heard those rumors that they were in the most feared gang in the world… and from the books that I’ve read… they probably own the police… other gangs… and more powerful groups like the CIA… So it wouldn’t be the greatest idea to tell anyone… they’ll just call the police… the police won’t do anything… and I’ll be in more trouble… so… I’m just playing it smart… I put my phone in my bra, hiding it, and walk out of the bathroom to find the guys looking at me.

“Yes?” I ask, glancing around them… 

“What were you doing in there?” A blonde guy asks with his eyebrow raised.

“Nunya,” I say, walking passed all of the 7… only one was missing… and that one was Dylan.

“Not so fast…” The blonde guy says, grabbing my arm.

“Get your f*****g hands off me,” I say, pulling my arm out of his grip.

“DYLAN,” He yells.

“What do you want?” Dylan walks in, and glances around the guys and me.

“Ask your girl what she was doing in the bathroom,” The blonde guy says.

“Drex… it’s none of my business… so leave her alone,” Dylan says, weirded out.

“She has a fuckin phone…” Drex says…

“I know…” Dylan says, walking towards us. “I figured she was smart… what’s the problem?” Dylan asks, patting me down.

“Aren’t you afraid that she’ll call the police?” He asks.

“Why should I?” Dylan asks, still patting me down.

“Watch your hands, asshole…” I tell him, watching his hands.

“Oh… I know where it is…” Dylan says, smirking.

“Creep,” I whisper… hoping he didn’t hear me.

“What was that, sweetheart?” He asks, stepping closer to me.

“What was what?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.

“MOM!” Dylan yells… Then a middle aged woman with black hair and beautiful blue eyes came walking down the steps.

“Yes, Dylan? Is everything okay?” She asks, quickly walking down the stairs.

“Mom… would you mind taking this beautiful young lady’s phone out of her…” He pauses, pointing to my chest.

“And what’s her name?” She asks, shocked that I’m in her house.

“My name is Maddie… What may I call you?” I ask, keeping my arms folded over my chest.

“My name is Genevieve Stone… but you can call me Gen…” She says, sweetly… still not making a move to take my phone.

“Now… how did you end up here, Sweetie?” She asks, staying in a comfortable distance away from me.

“Well… you see… I sorta got kidn…” I start.

“She got lost and I asked her if she wanted to stay here until…” Dylan start saying, cutting me off.

“Actually… you see… since your son is trying to hide the fact that they kidn*pped me…” I start saying, but get cut off by Gen yelling at Dylan.

“DYLAN JESS STONE… YOU DON”T KIDNAP GIRLS… I THOUGHT I TAUGHT YOU BETTER…” Gen yells. 

“OH MY GOD…” I burst out laughing… “Y… you’re n… middle name is Jess…” I burst out laughing even more… “That’s just great…” I try holding my laugh in… it doesn’t help… so I try sobering up from my laughing… it still doesn’t help.

“Ha. Ha. Ha… So funny,” Dylan mocks.

“It is… glad you agree with me,” I say, sobering from my laughing.

“Well… I’m glad you found a girl that is just like you…” Gen starts saying…

“No offense… but please never compare me to your son…” I say, annoyed.

“And what’s wrong with being compared to me?” Dylan asks, glaring at me.

“You’re bipolar,” I say.

“Am not…” He argues.

“Are too…” 

“Are not…”

“Are too,”

“Are not,”

“Maddie… Dylan… stop arguing,” Gen interrupts us. “Dylan… I agree with Maddie… you are bipolar… but I still love you… Maddie… are you ready to go?” Gen asks.

“Wait… I can actually go?” I ask, confused.

“Yeah… I’m sure you told your mom that you’re at a strangers house… don’t want her worrying, now do we?” Gen asks.

“Actually…” I start.

“Well then it’s settled… we’re leaving… I’ll drive you…” Gen says.

“Actually… according to her phone… she’s supposed to be on a school trip…” one of the guys’ states… How did he check my messages? “And before you ask… I hacked into your phone…” He answers my unasked question.

“So it’s settled… she will stay here with us…” Dylan says, smirking.

“Whatever…” I say, rolling my eyes.

“Well then… Boss… wanna go over the rules with her?” Drex says.

“Of Course…” Dylan says…