Chapter 1 Nicki's POV I woke up to my alarm clock singing No lie,by Drake Even though it was my favorite song I was kind of sick of hearing it. "Shut uuuup..." I groaned through my pillow. I put the song on loop whenever it woke me up but I was too lazy to change the settings. "Alright fiiiine!" I moaned irritatedly. I threw the covers off of me and sat upright on my bed. Oh joy, it's Monday. I stood up and trudged to the bathroom and rinsed some cool water on my face to wake myself up. It never usually works but today it did. I walked back to my bedroom and threw on my London flag T-shirt, black ripped jeans, black, gray, and red converse high tops, and some jewelry [polyvore]. I threw my black and white checkered backpack over my shoulder and headed downstairs into the kitchen. I searched through the fridge but then again, there's nothing to eat. I decided to wing it and just head to school without eating. Then my "mom" stepped in the way. "Darling, on your way home from school could you do some food shopping?" my mother asked in her sickly sweet tone. Don't be fooled folks. She's Satan's wife in pink high heels, overdone make up, and blonde hair. She uses all of my dad's left over money to buy herself clothes and fake crap like her face. My dad's currently fighting in the war with Iraq and I haven't heard from him in over a month. I wonder if they just aren't sending his letters to me or my mom is hiding them.. hmmm whichever could it be? I sighed a bit annoyed. "Alright fine. But can I have some money so I can actually do that?" I held out my hand. "Now don't you give me that attitude young lady, I give you shelter, food-" "But there isn't any, so that's why I need money to buy some." Well there you have it. In case you're wondering why my father married this woman was because he thought I needed a mother. And she was nice... the first 30 seconds we knew her! She isn't at all like a mom, more like an annoying step sister if you ask me. She is absolutely horrible and treats me like I'm a housemaid. And I am sick and tired of it, but she's practically one of the only "family" I've got left. My mean ass aunt won't take me in, my grandparents are all dead, and now there's just me and my bitch of a mother. My real mother died when I was little, and my father was widowed. Sound familiar? No? Little bit? In case you aren't getting it, my life is like a Cinderella story. Except for the fact I don't have two ugly, retarded stepsisters, thank God. Anyway, back to my life. "Ugh! Fine, little witch. Here's the money," she said as she handed me about $50. It's better than what she usually gives me, which is 20. "Wooow, better than what I usually get to buy food. Thank you," I said sarcastically. My "mother" scowled at me and returned the tone. "You're welcome. Now, bye bye, I need to do some shopping." She took her designer bag and she was out for the day. WOOHOO! PARTAAAY! Meh, I have to go to school. The tardy bell is about to ring. I ran as fast as I could and took a short cut through the woods. I got scraped on the arms a bit but that wasn't a problem. As I ran past I thought I saw a group of guys watching me as I cut through the forest. It was probably all in my head, so I just kept running. The school day was boring as usual. At lunch, I sat with no one because I pretty much had no friends. I was the Little Miss Emo sitting in a dark, dank corner of the cafeteria eating lunch alone. I was actually pretty nice and fun once you got to know me. But nooooo, everyone stays away from the creepy goth girl sitting in the darkness. As if right on cue, the popular crew showed up for my daily "Tell-Off". The leader named Jenna Dellamani started it today. "Hello Nikki. Did you draw on your wrists again today?" I didn't answer and continued eating my chicken casear salad, pretending she wasn't even there. "Hey ugly, I'm talking to you!" she shouted at me. I didn't answer again. She tried a bunch of other insults to get a reaction out of me. Hah, as if that was going to work! Unfortunately she didn't get the message that I was ignoring her. So then she pulled my long, straight, silky black hair and slapped me in the face, hard. She wasn't that strong so it felt just a tingly sensation on my right cheek. But I wasn't going to let her push me around anymore. I have been putting up with her all year and I wasn't going to take it anymore. Then, I punched her in the jaw with every ounce of my strength and she fell over in shock, holding on to her "perfect" bleeding mouth. I think I dislocated it. I've never hurt anyone before but I did today and it felt... good. But I wasn't going to stoop to her level, so I just sat back down and continued eating like the innocent person I was. Her little posse helped her up and asked her if she was okay and stuff. She walked towards me again and gave an uppercut to my chin. Damn this girl was weak. I stood up and dropkicked her and she stumbled backwards. The lunchroom fell almost silent, whispers and murmurs spread about. Jenna wasn't about to give up, she started throwing weak punches like a pussy and the fight continued. Soon enough, a crowd started to gather around us chanting: "FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!" I also heard one side of the crowd shouting: "NI-KKI! NI-KKI! NI-KKI! NI-KKI!" I punched her in the face so many times with so much force, I thought she was going to drop into a coma. She fell backwards onto the floor and I looked down at her. She looked up at me with fear written all over her. "Mess with me again and I'll kick your slutty little ass... got that?!" I yelled at her. She nodded quickly but she cried out in pain holding her head. I have to admit, I feel sorry for her right now. I looked up at the crowd, and over there heads I could see the same group of boys standing off at the other end of the lunchroom. Were they stalking me or some shit? That doesn't matter right now. I looked back down at Jenna and my features softened a bit, but I didn't help her up. My face was evident with pity. I looked back up and the stalker gang was gone. Weird. I took one last look at everyone and just bolted out of the lunchroom. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Gang'sP.O.V.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ They were in the woods, watching, waiting. They then saw a girl rush past with long black hair that flew beautifully behind her as she ran. This had to be her. It just had to be. "Think we found her, Duke?" one guy asked another who obviously looked like the leader. "Not yet, Jet. We have to wait," Duke replied. "But our deadline is tomorrow, Duke, we need to get the girl now or face the punishment for uncompleted assignments," a red headed boy reminded. "We will get her tonight if she's the right one, Dakota!" Duke shouted. "Duke, should we follow her around more just to be sure?" Dakota asked. Duke sighed. "Fine." They ran quickly to follow her and found out one thing; she went to Pine Brook high school. A boy with brown swoopy hair and brown eyes disabled the security cameras with his laptop, probably named Chase since that's what Duke called him, and they were in. They dodged in the nearest possible location to hide from teachers walking in the hallway. "Great, we lost her," Duke said in a quiet and annoyed voice. "Look, over there!" a boy with blue hair whispered. He pointed to the same girl with black hair, heading towards what seemed like lunch. Duke told them to stay there. He walked up to a wall of lockers and kept out of her sight. He then motioned for the rest of the gang to come over. She headed in the lunch room, and so did they. The group was sure to stay out of her sight. Duke saw her sitting in a corner of the lunch room all by herself. He had the urge to sit over there next to her, but he decided against it. A group of girls came over and looked like they were talking to her. He then saw a girl with blonde hair pull the black haired girl's hair and slapped her in the face. A huge fight began and they all watched with interest as the black haired girl was winning. She looked up and saw the gang but then looked back down. "Come on, I think we've found her," Duke said. And they all walked out of the lunchroom and went back to their hideout. Next »
Chapter 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~Nikki'sP.O.V.~~~~~~~~ I can't believe I actually did that! I beat the lights out of Jenna Dellamani! One life long dream down, one more to go. Which is to move out of this stupid house. I walked like some brain dead zombie into the house. I kicked off my converse, picked them up, and took them to my room. When I got up there I just threw them to the side along with my backpack. I know I wasn't supposed to leave school early unless I'm getting picked up but I couldn't possibly care less right now. I stripped down my clothes and put on a G.T.L. shirt and my Jersey Shore pj shorts with some fuzzy slippers [polyvore]. Right now I just needed to relax... oh fuck it I can't. Oh wait, I had to buy groceries anyway. I got out of my pajamas and put on a sweat jacket and some sweatpants and sneakers that matched []. I took out the money from my other pair of pants and put them in my sweatjacket pocket and headed out. [7:36 p.m.] I came back to the house with 3 bags of groceries and loaded the fridge with the food. I popped open a can of coke and gulped it all down. Gee, my mom isn't usually out this late, I thought to myself. Even though I hated her, I have to admit I was a bit worried. I took my cellphone and called her up. Turns out she'll be pulling and all-nighter with some of her little friends. Yay more time to myself! But what am I gonna do? Eh, I guess I'll just watch some Doctor Who, that's if it's on... I flipped to BBC America and The End of Time was on. Oh great, I'm gonna cry. I flipped to Disney channel and decided on watching whatever show comes on. After about 4 hours of watching Shake It Up, I fell asleep. ~~~~~~~~~~~~Gang'sP.O.V.~~~~~~~~~~~ They watched Nikki through the window and saw her fall asleep. They still needed to wait a little bit till she fell into a deep sleep. About half an hour later, it was go time. "Chase, check if there's an alarm system on the house," Duke ordered. Chase began typing and a bunch of codes came up. He glanced back up at Duke. "I disabled the security system." "Excellent," Duke said. "Alright everyone, let's move out." They've practiced this a bunch of times with dummies until they got it perfect. This was the time to prove that all of that practice was worth it. Mako opened the window they were watching through and flipped inside without a sound. Jet came next, then Dakota, then Duke. Duke pointed to the front door. Jet jogged over and kept watch. Chase was making sure the system stayed in its stage of disability. Mako went back outside the window and was in a ready position. Duke lifted up Nikki's upper body from the couch and Dakota carried her lower body. It was a bit ridiculous but when it comes to these things, everyone had to pitch in to help. God, she smells good.. I thought to myself. Stop! Bad Duke! Focus on the mission! "A car's pulling into the driveway, hurry up guys!" Jet reported. "Working on it," Duke grunted as they carried Nikki out the window with Mako's help. Jet quickly climbed out the window and closed it behind him. Chase enabled the security system again that way it was like they weren't even there. Duke insisted that he carried "Cassandra" by himself since he was strong enough. He carried "Cassandra" bridal style to the van. He set her down on a seat opposite of him. Duke nodded to the rest of the guys in the front and the white van sped off. RANDOM NOTE: Sorry the chapter was short! I'll make longer ones next time, or try anyways.... whatever. Byez! Thanks for reading!!
Chapter 3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Nikki's P.O.V.~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I thought I was going to wake up to the TV still on and my mom yelling at me to wake up. Boy was I wrong! I woke up in the back of some random van with a guy staring down at me! Wait a minute, he looked familiar. Let's see where do I know him from... black hair... pale skin... oh yeah! He was with that stalker group in the woods and the cafeteria. "Where the hell am I?" I asked a bit groggily. I tried to move but I was strapped down on the seat. "He-hey! What the hell, man?!" "Oh shut up Cassandra!" the black haired dude shouted at me. Geez, talk about rude. Who does this guy think he is? "Excuse me?!" I asked in surprise. "Who the hell is Cassandra?" "Don't play dumb!" the black haired guy snapped. "You must've gotten amnesia or some shit because you're acting like you don't know who I am." "Well that's cause I don't!" I shouted at him. "Who the hell are you people?!" "Let me refresh your memory," Duke said rudely. "I, am Duke. The rest of the guys are in the front of the van." "Listen, I think you've got the wrong girl cause, my name isn't Cassandra it's Nikki," I explained. "I don't care what you call yourself these days," Duke said. "Your name is Cassandra Stone. You've betrayed The Dark Brotherhood a year ago." I laughed a bit like this was all some sort of joke. "I'm sorry, I don't know what's going on here-" "Whatever, the boss will deal with you when we get back to our hideout," Duke interrupted. The rest of the ride was an awkward silence followed by me hearing some kareoking coming from the front of the truck. I giggled a bit hearing their funny singing. I even saw Duke crack a smile at the corner of his mouth while he was looking towards the front of the truck. I seriously had no clue what the hell was going on. I mean like, you just woke up in the back of some freaking van strapped down while a guy stares at you. And who the hell was Cassandra? From what he told me she sounds like bad news. Do I look like bad news? Well, maybe a little bit... but still! This guy was nuts! Seriously, doesn't he have a photo of Cassandra to reference from to make sure he has the right girl?! Actually, I'm kinda liking this. I'm away from my hell of a home. I think my second life long dream was accomplished; move out of the house and away from my evil stepmother. Except this Duke guy didn't exactly look like my "prince charming". Actually, now that I think about it, we do look like a good couple... Meh, he probably doesn't feel that way about me. About half an hour later, the van stopped. Duke unstrapped me from the seat and got me to my feet by pulling my right arm up roughly. I decided not to make a run for it since these guys were probably pretty strong. I mean, I know I beat the crap out of the most popular girl in school, but I couldn't take down a whole friggen gang! Duke handcuffed my hands behind my back and shoved me out of the truck. Luckily, I landed on my feet. I looked up and saw about 4 more guys standing in front of me. As I looked around, the floor was smooth, gray concrete, the wall looked like it was made of cement, over to my right, I can see where we drove in from since the vehicle was facing the opposite direction. The place was the size of a gymnasium. Seemed like an average parking lot you would find in New York. I stood up and they all looked down at me with a bit of disgust. I looked at them like: I seriously don't know what's going on. One by one they all shoved me to the front. Two of them had a hand on each of my shoulders as they led me out of the parking lot (as I called it), up a stair case, through a couple of awesome looking rooms, and to something that looked like an office. A kind of buff and beefy looking man (like Peeta from The Hunger Games movie buff and beefy o.o) sat behind it reading something in a newspaper. He was wearing a white suit with a grey shirt and a loose black tie with some dressy shoes. Duke cleared his throat and the man looked up. "We found her, boss." He eyed me up and down for a few moments before saying, "Leave us." The guys backed out of the office leaving me and their "boss" alone. He motioned towards a chair in front of his desk. "One second," I said as I sat down in chair and struggled to get my handcuffed hands to the front of my body. The man let out a small laugh. "Need help?" "Yes please," I answered. He looked through the drawers of his desk and took out a silver old-fashioned key as thin as an average nail and no longer than his index finger. He walked over to me and ordered me to stand up. He walked behind me and unlocked the handcuffs, took them from my wrists, and stored them in a drawer in his desk. "So Cassandra, what should I do with you?" the man asked. I let out an exasperated sigh. "You too? I told them I am not Cassandra Stone! My name is Nikki White!" "Well if you aren't Cassandra... then I guess I have to kill you," the man said. He took out what looked like a small black handle. Then a concealed silver blade flipped up from it. "Don't kill me! I'm too young!" I cried as I backed up against a wall. The man let out a hearty bellow. "I'm not gonna kill ya." He pushed the blunt side of the blade back down into the handle and put it back in his pocket. I let out a sigh of relief. "Thank God.." "How'd they end up finding you instead of Cassandra?" the man questioned. "I must look allot like her for them to mistake me for her," I replied. "Speaking of that, would you mind telling them that I'm not Cassandra and I am who I say I am?" The man laughed again. "Okay okay, sure... But if you wanna stay in the gang, I'll give you a month trial, how does that sound?" I giggled. "I could use a month away from my evil step mom, so sure, why not." "If they like you, they'll let you stay. If they don't like you... then, you know what happens," he explained. I gulped a bit. "Well, heheh... you've got a deal." I held out my hand and he shook it. And now the fun begins.