Runaway Baby | Becstin

Chapter 1 [ ]

During the next dreadful, hour-long classes, I couldn't get Austin off my mind.

Is that bad?

Of course it is! I mean, he probably forgot all about me by now!

When the bell rang to go to lunch, I went to go put my extras in my locker and met up with my friends in the cafeteria.

"Hey, Becks!" My friend Mika greeted me, her full name is Milika but we just call her Mika.

"Hi," I casually greeted as I sat down. Looking around the table I saw my usual friends, Mika, Brandon, and Harry.

Alright, let's start with Mika, she's the very sporty girl. Always wants to turn up, but never actually turns up. She was a gifted child but eventually became depressed from all the pressure put on her. Also can't handle caffeine.

Brandon though, I'll admit he is pretty attractive. He can actually make dad clothes look designer. Gets Starbucks everyday and only uses the dog filter on snapchat. Also watches How I Met Your Mother and loves The Princess Diaries.

And little ol' Harry, he recently moved to America from New England. He doesn't like today's music, but will occasionally be caught singing along to a Katy Perry song. His hair is very fluffy and has a secret tattoo that only I have seen. He's also a virgin. 

"I can't believe Mr. Anderson is assigning us a huge project over spring break!" Mika exclaimed, stabbing my apple with her fork.

"Yeah, it's a real bummer, but that doesn't mean you have to take it out on my apple!" I grumbled, pulling the fork out.

"Well, maybe if you give him a little flash he'll pass you with a B." Brandon nodded over to her boobs. Mika rolled her brown eyes at Brandon's annoying, but usual, offensive remark.

"Ha ha, you're hilarious, Brandon." She replied in an unamused tone. "But rumor has it, he's been looking around for a pretty boy to suck him off for extra credit."

"Is that so? Maybe Harry could go and check that out for us. Welcome to U.S fucking A, ya brit." Brandon swung his heavy arm over Harry's shoulder. He shrug Brandon off and continued with his PB & J sandwich. 

"I'll have you know,  professors sleeping with students is not an America-only thing. I've had several professors in England offering the extra credit for some 'butt stuff'." Harry nonchalantly spoke with his mouth still chewing the sandwich. Everyone stared at him for a solid ten seconds. 

"What-" Mika was cut off by Harry breaking into a laughing fit. Our laughter soon mixed with his.

"I'm freaking joking, mates!" He finally managed to say. I shook my head, still chuckling under my breath, and got up.

As I went to go throw my leftovers away, I saw Austin flirting with a cheerleader by the bathrooms.

And that's when I realized he was no good for me. I mean yeah he's cute, taller than me, funny, good looking, has nice eyes- Eyes that you could get lost into- WAIT BECKY, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING, ALL HE WANTS TO DO IS GET IN YOUR PANTS!! 

The bell rang, so I went to my class and the rest of the day just dragged on.

That is, until the last class of the day. I walked into Mr. Anderson's class and found my usual seat next to Brandon.

The tardy bell rang which pretty much just means -If you come into class after this bell your late-. And Austin always makes his grand entrance right after it rings. But today he didn't make his grand entrance, he just walked in and went straight to his seat.

Something was wrong, he ALWAYS makes his grand entrance.

Throughout class Austin kept looking out the window.

Then a black Mercedes pulled up and Austin started getting anxious and kept shifting around in his seat and looking at the car.

The bell rang so I got up and picked up my papers. Then I turned around, slamming right into Austin. I apologized but he just shook it off and almost sprinted out the door.

Surprisingly, I ran after him.

I caught up to him out side and I jerked his shoulder, making him turn around and face me.

"Hey! What was all that about?!" I snarled.

"What?" He asked. He was looking at me but he kept glancing in other directions.

"Well, first of all, you slammed into me without saying sorry and then you make me chase you out here!" I finished.

"You're the first girl that has ever done this," He said with a half smile.

"Done what?" I asked, insecure if what I had done was a bad thing.

"Well...stood up to me."

"Well yeah, just because you think your all 'that' doesn't mean you can go slamming into people!"

"I slam into people all the time." He said with a wink.

Did he really just say that?!

That's when I slapped him across his face

"OUCH! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!!" He yelled while putting a hand on his cheek.

"For being the nasty bitch that your parents made!!" I spat.

"Look, first you don't talk about my parents, second you don't want to get on my bad side. So just pick up your little whining ass and leave me alone!" He yelled.

"You know what?" I asked, rather harshly.

"What?" He spat, taking his hand off his cheek and crossing his arms over his chest.

"FUCK YOU!" I yelled back.

"Look stop making a scene and go away before-" But he was cut off by the black Mercedes that I saw earlier, pulled up to us and two guys came out. These weren't regular guys, these were like those huge muscular guys that you see in those action movies.

"Do we get the girl too?" The blond one asked the driver.

"Sure, She's with him isn't he? We could use her against him." I couldn't see the drivers face.

I turned around to face Austin. He had the same facial expression as me.

"Hey John! Long time no see!" Austin said to the other guy who had brown hair.

"Cut it Mahone!" The blonde one scolded Austin.

"Well sorry, I'm just trying to start a conversation here, Dave!" Austin said, acting offended.

"Get in the car, NOW!" Dave ordered, pushing Austin towards the car.

"Only if you say 'please' and 'thank you'." Austin said holding his head up high.

"Quit it Austin! These guys look serious!" I whispered/yelled to Austin.

"It's okay. I know these guys." Austin assured me.

"Then get in the car." John ordered while holding a gun to Austin's head.

Dave came from behind me and put like a wet rag that smelled funny, over my nose and mouth. Suddenly everything started getting blurry and making fuzzy noises.

Next thing I know I'm in the car next to Austin has his mouth duct taped and his hands are tied. Then I notice my hands are tied up too.

I start to freak out, then I feel that rag over my nose and mouth again. This time it stays there. The last thing I saw before I passed out was Austin with a worried look on his face...