Held Captive
Ellie has a passion Craig has a band Spinner has a secret, how will it all end?
Contains; Romance, Discussions about cutting
Pairings; Ellie?, Ashley Craig, Marco Dylan
Chapter One; Secretive Black Book
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"I'm never going to pass this class," I mumble to myself. Mr. Armstrong can be a real pain. Why do we need to learn all of this anyways? It's stupid and useless. The paper I held slumps down to my side hitting the locker I lean against. I bang my head back at irritation. What am I going to do? Alert, I hear high-pitched whispers. I look over at Paige. She is coming closer and closer her shoes silent. Okay, time to go. As I pull away from the locker I'm called.
"Hey, Elle, um, you okay?" she asks. I turn and look at her. I sigh as my shoulders fall.
"Fine, Paige," I say annoyed. She observes me and nods.
"I mean, you didn't look too great this morning," she says coming closer. Okay, Ms. Soave.
"Well it's the afternoon," I say in a snotty tone. She rolls her eyes.
"Okay, Ellie, I can take a hint. Just, take care of yourself, okay?" she demands putting her hand on my arm as she walks away. I roll my eyes as she walks passed me. I bend down and pick up my bag and start off the opposite way. Okay, Paige saw my cuts or whatever, so what? She thinks I'm murdering people now. Last time I checked she wasn't my counselor. I keep my head down as I walk around the halls as I observe all of the scattered groups. Oaf! I wind up on the ground. I seem to have bumped into.
"Spinner?" I say beginning to sit up. He is already half way up. I stay on the ground and look up at him. Angry. He extends his hand. I push his hand away and I stand up on my own.
"Sorry, I was uh-"
"Uh, not paying attention?" I finish for him. His face wrinkles.
"Nice thing to say, El, I wasn't the one looking down at my gigantic black boots," he defends. I fold my arms and lean on my left leg. "Maybe next time you could actually watch where you're going," he says slowly as if I'm dumb. "Then, there will be no accidents on the road, I mean, in the place that we walk, you know, this floor-"
"The hallway," I correct. He nods.
"Yeah," he just stares at me. I sigh and nod.
"It's okay, Spinner, there are people out there just like you, you can visit them at the mental hospital," I say placing my hand on his shoulder. He glances at his shoulder. I remove my hand and pick up my bag once again. I take Spinner's advice and look up this time. I throw my bag over my shoulder and cautiously walk down the halls.
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Lunch my favorite 'class'. I spot Marco across the room. He talks with Dylan. God Dylan! Always there, I can never talk to Marco without Dylan being there he's like, a second Paige. I shake my head and find myself at an empty table in the back left corner. I throw my bag down on the table and throw my head back against the wall. I hit it a couple times. I really need to get my life together. Okay, time to actually work. I take out Mr. Armstrong's assignment and the sloppily written notes. I study the notes before writing any answer checking it thoroughly. I bite my lip and I click my pencil on the table. This isn't easy. I jump when the table starts to vibrate. I sigh and take my cell phone out of one of the compartments of my bag. I look at the screen at the top of the phone. No one I know. Ignoring it would let me get back to the awful homework, accepting it would let me be evil to someone, which will make me feel better. I smirk and answer.
"El," I greet waiting for response.
"Oh, Ellie, right, I got your . . . black . . . thing," It's spinner. I groan.
"What black thing, Spinner?" I ask annoyed. I roll my eyes. I hear a shuffle.
"Uh, it's a black notebook that says MY WORDS, or something," I gasp. I hurry and stuff my homework and notes in my bag. I quickly zip it up. "Hello?" he calls. I hold the phone.
"Spinner, I'll meet you at your locker, okay? I need that notebook," I tell him. I practically drag my bag out of the lunchroom. "And whatever you do, do not read any of it," I flip the cell phone back and grasp it. I run down the hallways my shoes make clopping sounds and my braids bounce up and down. I turn the corner to see Spinner leaning against his locker observing the cover of my book. I hurry over to me. I snatch it from his fingers and curious eyes.
"Did you look in it?" I ask holding at my side. He shakes his head. I nod as I catch my breath. This is the horrible part. "Thanks," I awkwardly say.
"You dropped it when we bumped into each other," he explains. I chuckle. Duh. He looks over to his right and pulls something from his pocket. "And this, too," it's my AFI CD. I grin and gently take it back and snug it against my notebook. "AFI, good choice," he points to the CD and nods. MY mouth opens wide.
"You like AFI?" I surprisingly ask. He nods.
"Yeah, they rock," Spinner says matter-of-factly. I chuckle and shake my head.
"I thought you were into that mindless rap garbage?" I ask not trying to offend him. He chuckles and shrugs.
"Shows how much you pay attention," He smiles. I shake my head and look at my CD as he walks past me. We have something in common? Me and dimwit Spinner? Am I dreaming? I shake the thoughts out of my head and start to walk to Ashley's locker, so much for lunch. I finally look up. There she is with Craig. Now instead of Marco and Dylan, it's Ashley and Craig! He isn't even that cute. I continue to walk down the halls I finally approach the two. They seemed very amused.
"Oh hey, Elle," Ashley smiles. I throw on a fake smile and observe Craig. "Oh, we were just on the topic of someone's band," she explains to me looking up at Craig with sparkly eyes. Like I care- what band?
"Band?" I ask. They both nod.
"Yeah, Craig's idea, they don't even have a name yet," Ashley explains to me.
"They?" I plainly ask for more information. Craig starts to inform me with detail. Gosh, does he ever comb his hair?
"Me, Marco, Jimmy, and Spin," Craig nods tucking in his lips. No one asked for the members of the Spice Boys.
"So, what do you guys play?" I ask. He tilts his head from side to side and his mouth turns into a frown and his teeth show.
"I guess you could say rock," He settles. Rock? Seems okay, surprised Jimmy is into it. Ashley's eyebrows lift as she looks at me in a smirk with her arms folded and her legs braided.
"Why so interested?" Ashley asks sounding as if she's teasing. "It's a bunch of boys complimenting their selves because they think they are the coolest things," Ashley jokes. Probably true. I laugh with her. Craig makes an 'ugh' sound as he rolls his eyes.
"No it isn't thank you," he says directly to Ashley. They stare at each other as Ashley nods and continues to laugh. "But, uh, yeah, you two can come down today, we'll be practicing. Check us out, give us some input," Craig suggests. I nod as well as Ashley. Looks like this conversation goes nowhere now.
"What's that?" Ashley asks pointing her head down at my black book. I look down at it for a second before returning my attention to the questioning Ashley and Craig.
"Oh, this? Just stuff," I say keeping them a step away. Ashley starts at it and tries to pull it from my arms but I react and break it away from her interested fingers. Ashley chuckles as she looks up at me.
"Sorry, forgot El has a personal life," Ashley jokingly says. I don't laugh.
"I better go," I say turning around. "See ya later Ash, bye Craig," I wave as I walk away. Personal life? What does she think, I tell everyone everything? That made no sense. I will be checking out the band. It seems cool. A garage band seems fun to be in. Okay if I can clean my room in 10 minutes tonight, I'll go over Craig's. Good bet.
A/N: Tell me what you think of it so far!
Ellie has a passion Craig has a band Spinner has a secret, how will it all end?
Contains; Romance, Discussions about cutting
Pairings; Ellie?, Ashley Craig, Marco Dylan
Chapter One; Secretive Black Book
+ - + - +
"I'm never going to pass this class," I mumble to myself. Mr. Armstrong can be a real pain. Why do we need to learn all of this anyways? It's stupid and useless. The paper I held slumps down to my side hitting the locker I lean against. I bang my head back at irritation. What am I going to do? Alert, I hear high-pitched whispers. I look over at Paige. She is coming closer and closer her shoes silent. Okay, time to go. As I pull away from the locker I'm called.
"Hey, Elle, um, you okay?" she asks. I turn and look at her. I sigh as my shoulders fall.
"Fine, Paige," I say annoyed. She observes me and nods.
"I mean, you didn't look too great this morning," she says coming closer. Okay, Ms. Soave.
"Well it's the afternoon," I say in a snotty tone. She rolls her eyes.
"Okay, Ellie, I can take a hint. Just, take care of yourself, okay?" she demands putting her hand on my arm as she walks away. I roll my eyes as she walks passed me. I bend down and pick up my bag and start off the opposite way. Okay, Paige saw my cuts or whatever, so what? She thinks I'm murdering people now. Last time I checked she wasn't my counselor. I keep my head down as I walk around the halls as I observe all of the scattered groups. Oaf! I wind up on the ground. I seem to have bumped into.
"Spinner?" I say beginning to sit up. He is already half way up. I stay on the ground and look up at him. Angry. He extends his hand. I push his hand away and I stand up on my own.
"Sorry, I was uh-"
"Uh, not paying attention?" I finish for him. His face wrinkles.
"Nice thing to say, El, I wasn't the one looking down at my gigantic black boots," he defends. I fold my arms and lean on my left leg. "Maybe next time you could actually watch where you're going," he says slowly as if I'm dumb. "Then, there will be no accidents on the road, I mean, in the place that we walk, you know, this floor-"
"The hallway," I correct. He nods.
"Yeah," he just stares at me. I sigh and nod.
"It's okay, Spinner, there are people out there just like you, you can visit them at the mental hospital," I say placing my hand on his shoulder. He glances at his shoulder. I remove my hand and pick up my bag once again. I take Spinner's advice and look up this time. I throw my bag over my shoulder and cautiously walk down the halls.
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Lunch my favorite 'class'. I spot Marco across the room. He talks with Dylan. God Dylan! Always there, I can never talk to Marco without Dylan being there he's like, a second Paige. I shake my head and find myself at an empty table in the back left corner. I throw my bag down on the table and throw my head back against the wall. I hit it a couple times. I really need to get my life together. Okay, time to actually work. I take out Mr. Armstrong's assignment and the sloppily written notes. I study the notes before writing any answer checking it thoroughly. I bite my lip and I click my pencil on the table. This isn't easy. I jump when the table starts to vibrate. I sigh and take my cell phone out of one of the compartments of my bag. I look at the screen at the top of the phone. No one I know. Ignoring it would let me get back to the awful homework, accepting it would let me be evil to someone, which will make me feel better. I smirk and answer.
"El," I greet waiting for response.
"Oh, Ellie, right, I got your . . . black . . . thing," It's spinner. I groan.
"What black thing, Spinner?" I ask annoyed. I roll my eyes. I hear a shuffle.
"Uh, it's a black notebook that says MY WORDS, or something," I gasp. I hurry and stuff my homework and notes in my bag. I quickly zip it up. "Hello?" he calls. I hold the phone.
"Spinner, I'll meet you at your locker, okay? I need that notebook," I tell him. I practically drag my bag out of the lunchroom. "And whatever you do, do not read any of it," I flip the cell phone back and grasp it. I run down the hallways my shoes make clopping sounds and my braids bounce up and down. I turn the corner to see Spinner leaning against his locker observing the cover of my book. I hurry over to me. I snatch it from his fingers and curious eyes.
"Did you look in it?" I ask holding at my side. He shakes his head. I nod as I catch my breath. This is the horrible part. "Thanks," I awkwardly say.
"You dropped it when we bumped into each other," he explains. I chuckle. Duh. He looks over to his right and pulls something from his pocket. "And this, too," it's my AFI CD. I grin and gently take it back and snug it against my notebook. "AFI, good choice," he points to the CD and nods. MY mouth opens wide.
"You like AFI?" I surprisingly ask. He nods.
"Yeah, they rock," Spinner says matter-of-factly. I chuckle and shake my head.
"I thought you were into that mindless rap garbage?" I ask not trying to offend him. He chuckles and shrugs.
"Shows how much you pay attention," He smiles. I shake my head and look at my CD as he walks past me. We have something in common? Me and dimwit Spinner? Am I dreaming? I shake the thoughts out of my head and start to walk to Ashley's locker, so much for lunch. I finally look up. There she is with Craig. Now instead of Marco and Dylan, it's Ashley and Craig! He isn't even that cute. I continue to walk down the halls I finally approach the two. They seemed very amused.
"Oh hey, Elle," Ashley smiles. I throw on a fake smile and observe Craig. "Oh, we were just on the topic of someone's band," she explains to me looking up at Craig with sparkly eyes. Like I care- what band?
"Band?" I ask. They both nod.
"Yeah, Craig's idea, they don't even have a name yet," Ashley explains to me.
"They?" I plainly ask for more information. Craig starts to inform me with detail. Gosh, does he ever comb his hair?
"Me, Marco, Jimmy, and Spin," Craig nods tucking in his lips. No one asked for the members of the Spice Boys.
"So, what do you guys play?" I ask. He tilts his head from side to side and his mouth turns into a frown and his teeth show.
"I guess you could say rock," He settles. Rock? Seems okay, surprised Jimmy is into it. Ashley's eyebrows lift as she looks at me in a smirk with her arms folded and her legs braided.
"Why so interested?" Ashley asks sounding as if she's teasing. "It's a bunch of boys complimenting their selves because they think they are the coolest things," Ashley jokes. Probably true. I laugh with her. Craig makes an 'ugh' sound as he rolls his eyes.
"No it isn't thank you," he says directly to Ashley. They stare at each other as Ashley nods and continues to laugh. "But, uh, yeah, you two can come down today, we'll be practicing. Check us out, give us some input," Craig suggests. I nod as well as Ashley. Looks like this conversation goes nowhere now.
"What's that?" Ashley asks pointing her head down at my black book. I look down at it for a second before returning my attention to the questioning Ashley and Craig.
"Oh, this? Just stuff," I say keeping them a step away. Ashley starts at it and tries to pull it from my arms but I react and break it away from her interested fingers. Ashley chuckles as she looks up at me.
"Sorry, forgot El has a personal life," Ashley jokingly says. I don't laugh.
"I better go," I say turning around. "See ya later Ash, bye Craig," I wave as I walk away. Personal life? What does she think, I tell everyone everything? That made no sense. I will be checking out the band. It seems cool. A garage band seems fun to be in. Okay if I can clean my room in 10 minutes tonight, I'll go over Craig's. Good bet.
A/N: Tell me what you think of it so far!