Did I say plane? Well, you can scratch that. We were flying in a private jet with many rooms.

"Who owns this beauty?" I asked when we got into the jet, which looked too fancy.

"Our boss," the tattoo guy replied, sitting on the chair near the flat-screen TV. I sat on the other chair that was near the TV, which was across from him. The rest of the guys sat on the couch in front of the TV. In the end, we sat in the shape of a rectangle. I looked around, admiring the big jet.

"So what's your name?" the freckled guy asked me.

Seriously? They kidnapped me, and they don't know my freaking name?

I shook that thought off and smiled at them, a smile of disbelief. "My name, which you should have known by now, is Ariel O'Connor, and I'm 19. Nice to meet you all," I answered.

"Ariel, nice to meet you too, I'm Aaron Barry, and I'm 21." He introduced himself with a big smile. It was hard to believe that he was a kidnapper.

Then the charming smile raised his hand. "And I'm Owen Barry, Aaron and I are cousins, and I'm 20," he said, and I nodded.

"I'm Noah Smith, and I'm 18," the babyface introduced in a calm tone, too calm. No wonder he had a baby face.

"And you tattoo guy, what's your name?" I turned my gaze to him and smirked.

"Tattoo guy? You amuse me every single second... anyways, I'm Jaxon McKnight, and I'm also 19," he smirked back, then crossed his arms.

"Okay, now we know each other. Would you care to explain why I'm here?" I asked, getting to the more serious part.

"We don't know," Jaxon replied. They don't know.

I almost nodded to agree, but I stared at them instead. "What do you mean you don't know? What?" I asked, completely confused and dumbfounded by all of them.

"We don't know. Our boss said to go and kidnap this girl, so we did what he said," Owen answered me with a shrug. A glint of sadness was reflected in his deep blue eyes.

"And who is this boss of yours?"

"We can't tell because we haven't seen him before, never. We know that he is our boss, and we owe him due to some past events. That's why we kidnapped you, Ariel," Noah explained with a wistful look on his baby face.

"Are you a gang or something?"

"Something," Aaron replied, avoiding any eye contact.

"Okay, so you just kill-kidnap people full-time job?" I asked again with challenging eyes.

"No, everyone here has his own thing, like me... I'm a singer," Owen replied with a smile. So he's a proud singer. I'm going to make him sing for me later.

"Great, and I'm studying medicine," I said with a smile, then the smile faded away from my face. What was I going to do? My studies...oh well, dad will take care of it when they realize that I'm kidnapped, hopefully.

"And I'm Owen's manager and a songwriter," Aaron mentioned, then rested his head on the couch.

"I'm still in high school, last year, actually," Noah said with a sigh.

Good days. Good luck, buddy. What I'm talking about? I just finished high school, and I'm so done. It was like hell at first, but it wasn't so bad in the last week before graduation, poor principal. Maybe he regretted being a principal after the prank we pulled on him. I looked at the boys and saw them staring at me. They should get used to it, me dozing off...

"And you, Jaxon?" I asked, then waited for his reply.

"None of your business," he responded with a bored expression.

"No one knows what Jaxon does, even us, and we are his childhood best friends," Owen pointed out, with the -we are used to it- face.

"Oh, okay," I replied with a smile. I didn't want to push them for answers. After all, I was the victim. Until now, they were good. If they decide to change their ways with me, I will have to show them the real living hell.

After we took off and it was okay to stand and wander the jet, I unbuckled and ran to the bathroom. I opened the door, widened my eyes, then closed it quickly. What was that?

I ran to the boys with a panicked feeling rising inside of me. As I saw them, I felt breathless. "What's wrong?" Jaxon sensed my anxiety and stood up real quick.

"There is b-blood," I managed to say, then pointed my finger at the bathroom door. Drama! But now I understand the movies.

"What?" he yelled and ran to the bathroom, followed by the rest, and I decided to take a closer look. When Jaxon opened the door, the boys all gasped except for Noah. He was laughing his butt off. What the fudge?

We all looked at him with skeptical looks. "Noah?" Aaron called.

"Yes?" he replied between laughs.

"Why are you laughing?" Owen asked.

We all waited for him to answer and guess what did he say. "Because that's paint. It was for my school project, and I forgot that I had it. It must have exploded due to the air pressure. Sorry Ariel, for scaring the shit out of you," he stopped laughing and looked at us with an apologetic look. I glanced at the boys, and we all had that -are you out of your freaking mind- face. I felt like one of the boys, even though it hadn't been long since I forcibly met them.

"You scared the shit out of us, you idiot," Owen yelled, and we all let a breath we did not know we were holding.

"I said I'm sorry!" Noah repeated.

"Do you have any other bathroom that doesn't have paint like blood in it?" I asked Jaxon because he was right next to me.

"Yes, on the other side," he pointed his finger in the opposite direction.

"Okay, thanks," I patted his back and went to do my business. After a while, I sighed. "I'm bored," I cried to the guys who were sitting in their places, doing nothing but staring at me. I know I'm funny and cute, but you don't have to stare much.

"What do you want to do?" Owen asked me with hopeful eyes. Guess I'm not the only one who's bored.

"I want to prank the pilot." I clapped my hands with excitement at my brilliant idea.

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