From Preppy to Punk, chapter 9
Clari opened her eyes, unfamiliar of the place she was in.
"Hello?" she cried out. "Anyone here? Where the hell am I?"
There was a creaking noise and a door opened. "Oh, you're awake. That's good. Remember me?"
A light turned on. It was Chad.
"Chad! Where am I-Where's Mike?" she stammered.
"Oh, Mike's far away. He's still at the concert, probably not even knowing you left. You see, him and Brit are back together now. How, unfortunate."
He leaned in towards Clari and attempted to kiss her. Clari sprang up and ran for the door.
"Get away from me!" she screamed. She reached into her pocket for her cell phone, but all she felt was a penny in her pocket.
"MY PHONE. WHERE IS IT, CHAD?!" Clari demanded.
"Oh, it's in my pocket. Come and take it out if you want it," he said with a sick voice.
"WHY are you keeping me here? I don't want to be here, I want to be with Mike at the concert! How could you do this to me and Brit? SHE'S your girlfriend. Not me. So get me the HELL outta here right now or else I'll have to go all Thai Kwan do on your perv ass," Clari said. She was in Thai Kwan do for 13 years. She could kick ass, too.
Chad looked amused.
"Okay, Princess. Let's see you try. Beat me up, and I'll let you have your phone back and I'll never bother you again. If you don't faze me, then you're MINE," he said with an evil look.
Clari had an advantage. She was wearing pointy toe stilettos. She could REALLY do some damage in those.
"Okay Chad. I give up. You win. I want you. SOOO much. Now come here. YES that's right, come to me. Now close your eyes..." Clari was drawing him in.
"Yes, finally. I get the recognition I deserve from the hottest girl ever, Clari,"
he said absentmindedly.
"Ready for your surprise?"
"Yeah."
Clari kicked him in the balls as HARD as she could with her pointy toed stilettos. He doubled over and started bawling and crying.
"ASSHOLE!" she yelled. She got her phone from his pocket and got outta there. She called Mike to tell him she was okay, and a cab came to pick her up, (sent by Mike). In the cab, there was a note from Mike saying how scared he was and how much he missed her. The drive back home was about, well, half hour, and Clari slept the whole way home. Very peacefully, with no interruptions...
"Hello?" she cried out. "Anyone here? Where the hell am I?"
There was a creaking noise and a door opened. "Oh, you're awake. That's good. Remember me?"
A light turned on. It was Chad.
"Chad! Where am I-Where's Mike?" she stammered.
"Oh, Mike's far away. He's still at the concert, probably not even knowing you left. You see, him and Brit are back together now. How, unfortunate."
He leaned in towards Clari and attempted to kiss her. Clari sprang up and ran for the door.
"Get away from me!" she screamed. She reached into her pocket for her cell phone, but all she felt was a penny in her pocket.
"MY PHONE. WHERE IS IT, CHAD?!" Clari demanded.
"Oh, it's in my pocket. Come and take it out if you want it," he said with a sick voice.
"WHY are you keeping me here? I don't want to be here, I want to be with Mike at the concert! How could you do this to me and Brit? SHE'S your girlfriend. Not me. So get me the HELL outta here right now or else I'll have to go all Thai Kwan do on your perv ass," Clari said. She was in Thai Kwan do for 13 years. She could kick ass, too.
Chad looked amused.
"Okay, Princess. Let's see you try. Beat me up, and I'll let you have your phone back and I'll never bother you again. If you don't faze me, then you're MINE," he said with an evil look.
Clari had an advantage. She was wearing pointy toe stilettos. She could REALLY do some damage in those.
"Okay Chad. I give up. You win. I want you. SOOO much. Now come here. YES that's right, come to me. Now close your eyes..." Clari was drawing him in.
"Yes, finally. I get the recognition I deserve from the hottest girl ever, Clari,"
he said absentmindedly.
"Ready for your surprise?"
"Yeah."
Clari kicked him in the balls as HARD as she could with her pointy toed stilettos. He doubled over and started bawling and crying.
"ASSHOLE!" she yelled. She got her phone from his pocket and got outta there. She called Mike to tell him she was okay, and a cab came to pick her up, (sent by Mike). In the cab, there was a note from Mike saying how scared he was and how much he missed her. The drive back home was about, well, half hour, and Clari slept the whole way home. Very peacefully, with no interruptions...
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