Him

Chapter 23: I Like You

Cait's POV
Three weeks had passed very slowly, yet I still hadn't noticed that May was quickly approaching, meaning that summer was coming soon. I should be jumping up and down, but I never knew that coming to Los Angeles was going to be like this; I was being controlled by a drug/gang leader, I have to choose between Barry and Dylan to save my family, and on top of all that I think I was developing feelings...for both of them. Decisions, decisions, it was time to make a few of them.

It was Sunday and I didn't have any plans so I was still laying down in bed. I grabbed my phone to check the time; Sunday, April 25, 12:30 pm, I read. I got out of bed, grabbed a few things, and took a shower. When I finished, I started getting ready; I put on some makeup, did my hair, and headed downstairs. Today was the day, I told myself, the day I was putting the plan into action. I was going to wait a little longer because I couldn't go through with it, but during this time off from Barry and Dylan, Ronnie had paid a visit.

*Flashback*

Three days had passed since that incident in Barry's home and I still hadn't spoken to him or Dylan. Each day I tried to keep my distance from him, but he was making it very difficult. One day, I was making my way towards my locker, but there he was, waiting for me. His body against my locker, his arms folded at his chest, and his eyes plastered on the floor. I told myself, that I had to avoid him at all costs.

So, I managed my way across without being caught and went to class. He had spent almost half the period there, I believe, since he came back 25 minutes after the class had started. When he came in, the first thing he looked at was me. He was confused, yet relieved at the same time, he probably thought I hadn't come to school. He smiled and I quickly looked away. He went straight to his seat and Mr. Whittled continued his class.

Since Barry and I had a few classes together it was hard sometimes to stay away from him. Also, he had a lot of power in school, so it was easy to manipulate people to get me alone with him, but I hadn't fallen for a single plan of his. On Saturday, of that same week, someone had knocked on the door very early in the morning. I thought it could have been Barry, but I was wrong, it was Ronnie.

"Hello, Snow, I've come to pick you up for our date," he smiled and held his hand out.

"You should've called me, my mom is home!" I whispered to him.

He smirked, "And?" his smirk disappeared. "You owe me some very important information, so I need to take you with me, NOW. I just thought that if I came in person, you would have no choice, but to agree."

I sighed and said, "Fine, let me get my phone."

"There's no time," he grabs my arm and drags me to his car.

I didn't argue with him because I knew if I did it would be bad, so I just yelled quickly, "Mom, I'll be back." I got dragged all the way to his car and got in. We drove in silence to a hotel.

"What are we doing here?"

"I can't take you to my place, I don't trust you. This is the best place to talk. Let's go," he says. I follow him inside and we walk straight towards the elevator that would lead us to the floor the room was in.

"I-I I don't feel comfortable being in a room with... you... alone. I'd-" he cuts me off.

"Would you rather, go to the cafeteria. I mean, if someone here knows you and spots you with me, who knows what can happen. Are you willing to risk that? I'm okay with that, but you. Are you willing to risk being caught?" He was right, but I wasn't happy about this.