Bound To You

Chapter 4

"You're pretty from afar, but far from pretty,

I wish this room would stop spinning so I, 

Can make up my mind." I sang to the song blasting through my headphones, as I sat on the bed I occupied while staying here, fully awake.

"It takes one, it takes one, it takes one, it takes one to know one, 

You're never gonna get it oh, you're never gonna, you're never gonna get it." I hummed the rest of the chorus, shuffling off the bed, and dancing as best as one could with a dislocated shoulder.

"Are you gonna be, are you gonna be there for me?" I belted out, raising my uninjured arm dramatically. I grinned goofily as the song finished, and opened my eyes, which landed on the five people at the door of the room, all looking at me amusedly.

I smiled sheepishly at them, waving shortly. "Uh, hey!" I said awkwardly, pausing my music. Elijah and Aiden laughed, along with Vincent, and the guy I beat in Call of Duty yesterday, Hunter. Colton just shook his head, chuckling.

"Oh right, that reminds me." I said, clicking my fingers. "Colton, I need clothes." I said, flopping onto the bed and crossing my legs.

"Ok, we can go now. Vincent, keep track of the border line. We should be back in about an hour or so."

I smirked.

An hour?

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"Ooh, me likey." I murmured, eyeing the pair of stylishly ripped converse that sat on a counter. Colton groaned, shuffling after me, all the bags of the shops I had gone to in his hands.

"You said you were only going to be an hour!" Colton whined.

"Uh uh. You thought I was going to be an hour. That just proves your lack of knowledge on us females." I said, picking up the pair of converse, along with black combat boots, and a navy colored pair of converse. "That should do it." I said, nodding in finality. I smiled at the cashier, as Colton handed her his credit card.

Since I had no money, and Colton was loaded, he ended up paying for the things I bought. I honestly felt like a gold digger, but serves him right. I mean, after all, he did kidnap me.

The least he could do was pay for my things.

"Thanks!" I said cheerily as she handed me the bag full of shoes. I padded my way out of the store, and sighed, the smell of fresh air hitting my nostrils.

"Are you done?" Colton groaned. I turned, and nodded, grinning cheekily at him.

"Yep!" He sighed in relief, and began making his way back to where he parked his black Chevy Impala 1967. It had taken me twenty minutes to stop gawking at the sexy car, and get in it before we left for the mall. I absolutely adored cars, so seeing this baby was friggen awesome.

I sighed dreamily, gliding my hand across the shiny black hood of the car.

"Stop eye raping my baby and get in." Colton said, hopping into the driver's seat. I sat in the passenger’s seat, turning on the radio as Colton drove out of the parking lot.

"Ew. Gross. No. Haha, no. Go away Boober. Nobody likes you. Ah, here we go." I said finally, turning the volume up as Smells like teen spirit by Nirvana, one of my favorite songs, came on. I nodded my head to the song appreciatively, watching the trees go by in a blur.

"You know, you have really good taste in music." Colton commented after a few minutes. I turned to him, giving him a small smile.

"Thanks." I said, tapping my fingers rhythmically on my legs.