Project Drama [Part 35]Project Drama [Part 35] Anabelle’s P.O.V I woke up. My head was spinning. It was always spinning! I couldn’t grasp it all still…yet. I had a million questions to ask. But if I asked them it seemed as though I wouldn’t get answers. Joe was the only lead I had. “Finally up again,” he chuckled. “I need to leave this room. It’s getting insane.” I told him shaking my head pulling out my ponytail. “I keep having headaches.” He nodded his head agreeing, “Okay.” I looked at him confusingly and my expression was all I needed to say. “You could have just asked.” Joe chuckled again. * When I thought I had a moment to run away I could see his shadow darkening mine. He chuckled seeing my expression. “Perhaps, you’d like some coffee?” He tried. I nodded my head carefully grabbing the coffee he armed me. I wasn’t about to touch his hot fingers…I’ve been through that before. His hand went over my forearm where my white wool sweater was so I didn’t feel his fingers or anything. We were walking somewhere through the hot air of California. He wasn’t being careful. We were in public walking together so at any moment somebody (police) could come up and shoot him and take me to a much safer place but he didn’t seem to be cautious. His interest was on the beautiful blue ocean as we were walking by the road and bridge. “Let’s go swimming,” he decided looking down below from the bridge. “I’ll meet you there.” He smiled looking down below. “Or do you want to jump with me?” He offered. He was going to jump into the water. It was like he was almost giving me the chance to run away. “I’m jumping in. You can go around the bridge.” But no matter how much I wanted to run away from him (because I could at any moment) my body wouldn’t let me. I had to stay with him. It’s almost like he knew I wouldn’t leave… “Um…” he chuckled. Then Joe started to stand on the bridge top. He bent down and put his hands around my waist pulling me up beside him on the bride top. I overlooked the ocean below me. “Are you sure?” He tried but he already knew the answer. I didn’t even bother replying. He clasped his fingers between mine and then we both let our feet slip. I couldn’t feel his hot fingers on mine when we fell into the water. It was a split second we could feel the air against our skins. It felt almost amazing to be free. Even though I wasn’t really free…basically trapped in Trohman’s world. We both opened our eyes in the water looking at each other and you could see his smile clearly. He held both of my hands (intertwined in his) and we flew up breathing in air. I could here is velvet chuckle and he sprung my hands over his neck and I gripped it as he carried me through the water and into the shore and laid me on the sand. He was only wearing skinny pants (not jeans) and I was wearing a skirt so nothing heavy. He basically already saw my under garments (when I am wearing them and when I’m not). I sat up putting my hands over my knees and looking at the sand on my feet. Joe sat beside me looking somewhere else. We both sat their on the dry warm sand looking at the pale blue sky and white-coated clouds. The sun went west leaving us to look clearly at the clouds. There was nobody really at the beach. No surfers or wake boarders just a family of four twenty yards away. Joe and I sat their silently for a good ten minutes just lying down on the sand close together. Our hands were still clasped tight together (I wouldn't really let go of him). “Let’s go,” he picked me up and hung me around his back running. We went to back to Joe’s red Nissan that we parked outside of Starbucks. It wasn’t a far walk (he carried me anyways) just about four blocks. I didn’t want to ask where we were going but it sort of frightened me when I saw the “Exit Newport Beach” sign and I turned my head seeing, “Welcome to Newport Beach.” We were going out of town somewhere. He was going pretty fast too. “Where are we going?” I finally decided to ask. He answered lightly, “Los Angeles, of course.” Joe smiled laughing. “I’m not even going to ask…” I told him. He laughed shaking my leg and continued on the road. He stopped speeding when we got out of Orange County. In small towns he sped just for the thrill. “So ask me something,” he told me quizzically. “What do you mean?” “Ask me something,” he spoke simply. “There are probably a million questions you are dying to ask me. So ask me them.” He saw my expression and continued, “Even though some don’t require an answer.” “How come I’m with you? How come I can’t go home? How come were going to L.A? How come you let Hayley go and not me?” I wondered (finally out loud). I expected to hear a chuckle but he just grinned. “Umm…you have to be with me. You can’t go home. L.A is better then Orange County. We tried to let you go but you basically came to me running back.” He laughed after. “More descriptive?” I nodded. “Well, you have to stay with someone besides people you know or like,” he laughed more, “so I wanted you. You can’t go home because you know more then the rest. Mischa is dead (by accident don’t be mad) and Hayley was released but she doesn’t know anything. I feel like L.A today. Orange County has too much drama. Basically already answered question four and yeah, I just like swimming.” He laughed more. “Do you have anymore?” “How come Hayley, Mischa and I were even taken away? Why? Why did this happen to us?” “We’re here,” he announced. We stopped at the most amazing house I’d ever saw. It was all made of windows and glass. There was a big river in front of it full of big large fish that swam in them. They started to jump high (so I could see them). He carried me again through the house and everything was basically a neon orange and aqua. Joe put me down on the orange counter. He peered in the fridge and pulled out orange juice. “So we’re just staying here? Don’t you have school?” I muttered. He nodded his head in response. “Yes, but the Halloween Masquerade isn’t going to be that amazing.” I looked down with a frown. That was the only thing I was looking forward to. “Don’t worry Anabelle, it will honestly be the most horrible, boring thing Madsen would do. They have one every year. Besides, everyone goes to Tijuana today to meet some author guy…he wrote Hannibal Rising or something. I was barely there for half of the English classes.” Our day mostly just consisted of lounging around. We did mostly everything together. Joe gave me a lot of freedom. Seriously, if I wouldn’t to some how run away I would definitely be able to but I had this feeling that I just couldn’t. I basically stayed with him throughout the day clinging to him at his every move. I helped him cook, clean and we watched a lot of T.V it was unbelievable. We critiqued everything on T.V and only settled for Infomercials. Joe and I were inseparable in the weirdest way. It seemed as though it couldn’t be as any other way. Rheagan’s P.O.V “So…I don’t get it. I dress up in some fancy Kelvin Klein dress and then put a matching mask on so nobody knows it’s me?” Rayna tried. I rolled my eyes. “No. Yes. You wear a fancy dress and put on a mask to hide your identity and then you have to wait for your prince charming. But that’s only if you get through the trip today. You go to Tijuana then you can go to the Halloween Masquerade.” “So this is at our Dad’s hotel…the one right beside the beach. We could have a total party! Like hotel rooms for us all and then we can get like mega drunk at the beach and come back to them!” It probably took her forever to think of that…and I blamed myself for giving the time to make up her mind if it was excellent plot or not. “Can’t you just drop me off at the local club or something?” Her voice trailed off looking away in the black Volvo. I shook my head. “Dad wanted us both to do this. It’s a very mind-changing experience, Rayna. You really need one. Maybe you’ll get a life-changing experience that’ll do us all a favor!” She rolled her eyes chuckling. We were a bit late when we arrived to school but it was okay. It was Halloween today and it was a Friday so today was supposed to be a really good day. I did really like the Hannibal Lector series so I was pretty beat so meet Thomas Harris. But something inside of me felt numb. I could see a bad picture on the front lawn of Madsen. (I could immediately spot out my ‘posse’). I laughed to myself of the emphasized word. Alice was clutching Bella tightly and Hayley was in between Alice and Zac. The two looked very annoyed at each other. Then Nicole was right beside Zac miserably talking to Patrick. When I parked in student parking Rayna hopped out immediately running toward Emily, Blair, Bethany and Claire. Nicole and Patrick met me at the doorway entrance (by a numerous number of texts). Both looked severely pissed off. I giggled and I questioned what he meant. “Yeah, I was – we were trying to get a hold of you all weekend! I need to talk to you about Josh. Yeah, what happened to James and you after? You don’t want to end up like I am…” I giggled again but this time at Nicole and Patrick. “Nicole do not worry. We can defiantly talk and Patrick no, he’s not hurting me. We’re actually just getting more serious.” I responded. They tried to talk but I immediately hushed them and we walked over to where Alice, Hayley, Bella and Zac were. I didn’t even want to ask what happened to Alice and Zac because they were not obviously talking. Nevertheless, Bella ended up explaining the whole story to me and Hayley was just trying to talk to them both but nobody would say much to her. All of the English students were waiting impatiently outside of Madsen on the front lawn in the courtyard everywhere. I was thanking God when the buses finally arrived. I ended up sitting with Nicole and Patrick the seat in front of us. I heard the whole story of Nicole and Josh getting locked in the closet. I thought it was all faith in someway. They can’t just accidently get locked in. Not possible… Patrick was just too over-worried about James and me and for the most part of it I thought he was scared he was going to lose his best friend. He didn’t trust James and I thought that was very rude but his morals were good in a way and I thanked him the very much that he’d even think of the future. Anyways, the book convention wasn’t that much fun. When we finally got to meet Thomas Harris I was surprised I didn’t just fall asleep in James’s arms. Thank God I didn’t because I’d probably fail and who knows – maybe not even go to the Masquerade. But overall, it was pretty much the worst trip ever.
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