Trapped ღ j.t

Ch. 52 Better Than Revenge

{ J A D E }

"CLAUDIMAR NETO, I WILL KILL YOU!" 

I jolted up, my head thumping against the roof of the bunk. 

"Ow! Dammit!" I cursed, rubbing my forehead. I heard a raspy giggle on my left, and I turned my head to see Perrie squinting at me, hands over her mouth.

I stuck my tongue out at her. "Don't laugh at my pain."

She struggled to keep a straight face. "Oh, I'm sorry baby. Come here," she cooed, opening up her arms. I smiled and obligingly fell into them, nuzzling her neck.

"Good morning," she said quietly, kissing my forehead.

"Morning," I grumbled. "I love you." 

She chuckled, her chest shaking against mine. "I love you too. Who screamed?"

I shrugged, pulling out of her embrace and pushing back the curtain next to me. I poked my head out, looking down the hallway. I tried not shiver as Perrie lazily traced shapes on my back. 

"What happened?" I asked Jesy, who had appeared in the corridor, frowning.

"Come see for yourself," she hissed, turning back around and slamming the door to the main living area behind her. 

"What's going on?" Leigh asked below me, her head and bare shoulder sticking out of her bunk. I looked down and shrugged. 

I looked at Perrie, who was propped on her elbow, her pink hair spilling down over her shoulders. 

"Do you want me to go check on her?" I asked. She shook her head.

"I'll go. Who knows what happened?" With that, she pushed me down flat on my back, climbing over me and out of the bunk. She stretched next to me, ducking to kiss my lips before disappearing behind the door. 

I sighed happily, relaxing with my hands behind my head onto my pillow. I'd had the best sleep ever last night, simply because I was with Perrie. 

"Are we in New Jersey yet?" Leigh asked, yawning.

I dug under my pillow and grabbed my phone. 'Maps' told me that my current location was . . .

"Hoboken, New Jersey. Yup, we're here." I confirmed.

"OH MY GOSH! CLAAAAAUUUUUUDD! " Perrie shouted through the door. I immediately jumped out of bed, tripping as I followed her voice to where she was. 

I passed Claud on the way out, who was laughing like an idiot on the couch.

"She's out there," he panted, pointing through the open bus doors.

I ran and immediately twirled Perrie around, looking her over for any injuries.

"Are you alright?" I asked frantically, kissing her forehead.

She sighed. "I'm fine, just pissed."

"I second that," Jesy said from behind me, also still in her pjs.

"What's the matter?"

Their eyes narrowed and together they pointed at something towards the top of the bus. I slowly turned around and glanced up. 

My eyes widened as they were instantly drawn to the antennae on the hood, standing several feet above us. But that's not what made me notice it. 

You see, hanging off the antennae were . . .

Bras.

Lots of them.

They hung by their straps, at least fifty, bunched at the bottom. They were in all different colors and designs, tangled in between each other.