I swear I'm fine mom. I just made it out the store :)

Ok. B safe on ur way back

I will, love you!

I quickly texted back, shoving my phone in my back pocket. That was probably the fifth time my mom had checked up on me. I had to practically beg her to let me go outside the house around 8 pm just so I could walk over to the store to buy some chocolate, and uh... other stuff. As I reached into the plastic bag for some candy, I almost dropped everything out of my hands.

Two boys around my age - maybe one year older than me - stood in the parking lot, one being held at gun point.

Wait, gun point? Run Kim!

But the poor guy looks like he's in trouble!

And?! He'll survive!

But the dude has a gun!

Exactly, he. has. a. gun. He could kill you!

Without even thinking, I hiked the bag over my shoulder and walked over to the scene.

"Hey!" Dang it, Kim! "Get away from him..." By now, both of them were staring in my direction. I took a few steps closer and bent down to whisper into one of the guys' ear.

"Run as fast as you can, now." The guy nodded his head and ran... fast. I was too caught up in watching him up to the point where I didn't even notice someone tugging on my arm. Police lights could be seen in the distance, and the wail could be heard.

"Let go of me, jerk!" I screamed, kicking my legs in the air as I was being lifted up.

"Get in the car." He demanded, directing towards a black SUV.

"You can't tell me what to do!" I argued. As soon as he let me down, I heard a click.

"Get in the car... Now." I suddenly felt a cold piece of iron metal against my neck. I cautiously got into the passengers seat, being sure to watch my step. He then rushed over to the drivers seat and instantly started the car, not even letting me finish putting on the seat belt. Everytime the sounds became louder, the faster he drove. When he came to a turn, I was pretty sure that we lost them... but I was also aware that I was bleeding. When he made that sharp turn, I hit my head against the window, causing it to crack and for some of the shards to come at me.

Oh yeah, so he could afford tinted windows but not bulletproof? Nice.

"Stop the car!" The car came to the hault, causing me to jerk forward and my head on the dashboard. Well that didn't help at all...

"You're bleeding." He stated turning in my direction.

"No way you ass-" I also turned to face him, only to meet with a pair of beautiful brown eyes. Even though the streetlights was our only source of light, I could already tell that he was a year older than me. His hair - don't even get me started on his hair. His dark brown looked so soft and long... I just wanted to run my fingers through it.

"-hole." I shook my head and cleared my throat, turning my body back to the front. It was an awkward silence, but it was mainly me trying to process what just happened in my mind.

"So... are you gonna fix this or what?" I asked, pointing up to my bleeding scalp.

"Oh, um, yeah." He replied, breaking his gaze. The guy then reached to the backseat looking around for something. I looked in to the front mirror, moving it towards the side. The more he flexed back, the more I noticed that this guy had a freakin' V-line and some toned abs. I just bit my bottom lip to keep myself from doing something stupid.

"Got it!" As soon as he leaned back over, I had to shake my head to clear out all of the thoughts. In his hand was a first aid kit full of stuff like peroxide, band-aids, alcohol, and a stitch kit. (AN: I've never really gotten any stitches before, so I tried my best to describe it lol.)

"Scoot over here." I slowly twisted my body to where I was completely facing him, lifting my short legs into the seat and crossing them. He took out an alcohol wipe to clean the wound, causing me to wince in pain. The stinging sensation was gone, but I then saw him put the bloody wipe away and pull out a needle from the stitch kit.

"Nope, no sir! You are not using that on my face." I scooted back towards the door and lifted my legs up to my chest, hugging them.

"Relax, just close your eyes... but try not to fall asleep." I was being told orders from a guy who just basically kidnapped me, and he expects me to fall listen to him?

Well, he has been nice to me so far.

Yeah. So far.

I nervously bit my lip as I looked at my options. "Fine." I said, giving in. Even though my eyes were closed, I could already tell that he was smirking at my reaction. While I was still going through the hard to bare pain, I told myself that I wasn't going to doze off. Well, I didn't have to because he was finished in no time. I peaked one of my eyes open to make sure, only to see him with a grin on his face. I released a breath of air, one that I forgot I saw holding. I faced back to the front and sighed, playing with my fingers in boredom.

"What are we waiting for again?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows in thought.

"I'm waiting for the cops to pass by." I rolled my eyes and sighed, reaching down into the bag to pull out some candy.

I should've just let the guy stay there, I mean, it's not my fault that he got himself in trouble! But then again, I couldn't just stand by and see someone get shot for goodness sake. I should've just stayed at home and waited until for morning - I could go a night without... nevermind. But nooo, I just had to do it! Stupid Kim.

"I'm guessing that your name is Kim." I just realized that I had been talking with my mouth full... and out loud. I slowly looked at him with a sorry smile.

"Sorry, it's just that I didn't really expect to be kidnapped by a total stranger." He awkwardly nodded in understandment, looking around to avoid my gaze. The police sirens got closer, but then faded as they zoomed right past us.

"Look! Did you just see that?! They're gone! They didn't see us!" I cheered, clapping my hands. "Now let me out." I said sternly, pointing at the locked door next to me. He looked like he had to make up his mind. It's like he almost didn't want me to leave.

"Give me your phone." He demanded, sticking his hand out.

"Excuse me?"

"I said, give me your phone."

"How did you know I had my phone on me?" I asked curiously.

"I saw it sticking out your back pocket." So he was basically looking at my butt.

"So are you gonna give it to me or what?" (AN: That sounded sexual lol.)

"Whatever," I said slapping it into his hand.

"What's the passcode?" He asked, fiddling around with the numbers.

"2-5-8-0." I replied, my voice completely monotone. It didn't even take long for him to be done with it.

"It's 12 am, you should get going. Oh, and your mom called 2 times and texted you 4 times." Did he look through my messages or something?

"Oh, um. Kay. Thanks..."

"Keep scrolling." I scrolled farther down my contact list.

"Jack," A said, glaring over at him with a small smile.

(AN: Um. Hi. Okay, so before y'all jump me for not updating Prank Wars & CAGI, I just wanna say that I'm doing this story just for fun. It's gonna have a little bit of humor, romance, angst, and a little bit of this and that here and there lol. So give it a chance! Oh, and this is Kim's good conscious talking and thisis her bad conscious talking in the line breaks.)