Chapter Eight

I walked back into my personal prison before stopping directly in front of the door. I didn’t have any clothes.

My choice was to either ask Nicholas or Norman, since Xander was in the shower- not that I wanted to really ask him anyway.

Nicholas had horrible fashion sense, so I decided to go with Norman.

“Norman!” I yelled, hoping to not have to move from the spot I was standing in.

“What do you want, biotch?” He screamed in reply.

“I need some clothes!”

“Ugh, fine. Wait a minute.”

I rolled my eyes at him.

Nearly ten minutes later, yes, I was counting, I still hadn’t heard a reply from him.

“Norman!” I called, somewhat sheepishly, “Are you okay in there? You haven’t gotten lost or something, right? I hope you haven’t gone through the wardrobe to Narnia...” I added, not wanting to overly provoke him but, at the same time, impatient with my clothing situation.

I padded quietly into the adjacent room, keeping my footsteps soft and light. Peering around the corner, I noticed a giant pile of clothes, heaped in the centre of the room. In the middle sat Norman, legs crossed and looking mildly baffled.

He turned around as a floorboard creaked beneath my feet, and gazed up at me despondently, saying “I-I can’t find anything for you to wear!” His face scrunched up, and amid the chaos of scattered garments, he managed to look like an overgrown, flamboyant toddler, despite being a rather large man.

Laughter bubbled in my throat, but I managed to catch it there. I had dealt with small children before, and that gave me some inkling of how to handle the current situation. The first step was to avoid untoward provocation - especially in an already precarious state and if his facial expression didn’t lead one to think the word “precarious” at least in regards to his mental state, then I had no idea what would.

“Well...” I said, kneeling down casually next to him and gently patting him on the shoulder. “This doesn’t look so bad,” I continued reaching out and picking up the first item I laid my hands on, and holding it up. Unfortunately, the article of clothing I picked up happened to be a large, furry pink jacket, reminiscent of something Till Lindemann would wear on stage.

His eyebrows arched as he tentatively took the jacket from me. He held it in front of him and peered at me with one eye. He snapped his finger and yelled, “Idea!”

“Oh, you’re not actually going to make me wear that, are you?” I grimaced.

“No, I’m going to transform it into something fabulous!” Norman grinned before turning around.

I attempted to see around him, to watch what he was doing.

“Ah, ah.” He kept the jacket behind his back and wiggled his finger at me. “You go back in your room, I’ll bring it to you when it’s ready.”

“Norman,” I reminded, “I’m still naked.”

He rolled his eyes at me.

“Fine.” He extended the word and dug through the pile of clothes.

Finally finding what he wanted, he straightened his back (no more bending over, ben dover) and handed it to me with a smile.

“Here.”

Upon closer examination, I saw that the so-called “outfit” consisted of only a lacy black bra and panties set.

“You’re kidding, right.” My voice deadpan as I stated.

“Nope.” He popped the “p” lazily before going back to his pile.

“What do you expect me to do now?” I questioned after I had pulled on the underwear. I still held my towel wrapped around me tightly.

“Well, I need to get to work on this hideous thing and I’m assuming Xander and Nicholas don’t know where you are,” He paused, getting confirmation in my face, “So you should probably head to your room again.”

“But what if I bump into them on the way there?”

He paused to look at me with a serious face. “Well, then let’s just hope Xander doesn’t rape you.” Then he begun to laugh his ass off like it was the most funniest joke on Earth.

He stopped chuckling abruptly.

“No, but seriously. Don’t let either of them catch you in that outfit. Nicholas, well, we all know what he would do. Xander, on the other hand, is the most unpredictable person you’ll ever meet.” He looked deep in thought for a second, but shook it off and went back to his usual playful antics. “Shoo, shoo! Out the door you go!” He pushed on my back and shoved me out of the room.

“Wait, Norman,” I called out before he slammed the door in my face, “Why weren’t you here for the first few days I was being held captive?”

Suddenly, his face turned dark and serious. His expressions turned grim and he looked me directly in the eyes, surprising me as his eyes were now a dark forest green, as opposed to their usual almond color with swirling emerald.

“Never ask me that again.” And with those final words, he shut the door and locked it, leaving me to wonder.

The door nearly slapped me in the face but I jumped back in time for it to only have brushed the tip of my nose. He seemed like a harmless guy, but his facial expression for those few seconds scared me.

I stood there for a short moment until I realized I was practically naked. I folded my arms over my breasts and started toward the room they had kept me in. I could still hear the water from the shower so I knew Xander was still in the bathroom. As I approached the corner, I looked for a sign of Nicholas. The hallway was empty with the exception of a few benches and the concrete floor. My long legs made a dash for the door at the end of the hall. I could feel the underwear riding up my behind but my main concern was getting somewhere where they could not see me. The sound of a door opening came from behind me as I struggled to unlock the door.

“Don’t look at me!” I called to whomever was behind me.

“Holy shit.”

I spun around and there stood Xander, practically eye-raping me.

“I- I thought you were in the shower.” I stuttered, trying to cover myself up.

“Nicholas is. But,” He paused, looking me up and down, “I don’t think that’s really important right now.”

He still had a towel wrapped around his body. The only difference between now and a half an hour ago was that he was wet. I could see his chest and hair glistening from the door. I covered my breasts, again, and felt my face mixing into the color of my hair.

“I-um-Nor-Norman found me something to wear. Sorta...” I stumbled over my words.

“Norman did this? I would expect this from Nicholas, but Norman.. Wow.” His eyebrows shot up to his hairline.

I reached for the door knob, wishing that I could turn invisible, when Norman’s voice filled the hallway.

“Step away from that girl, Xander!”

I let out a sigh of relief.

Xander took a few steps back. His face looked shocked.

I attempted to shove shoulders with Xander as I walked past him, ending with me tripping on the carpet and landing on top of Xander- the towel nowhere in sight.

“Oh God, my eyes, my virgin eyes!” I yelled out, my hands flying up to shield the sight. Sure, I won’t deny that I was the smallest bit tempted to glance at him, but I managed to gather my self-control.

Xander didn’t make a move to get up, but I could feel him chuckling underneath me.

“Wait a minute, you haven’t popped the cherry yet?” Norman suddenly called out, causing Xander to immediately stop chuckling.

“You’re a virgin?” He questioned, but before I could answer, Norman did.

“Well, obviously she is. She said, ‘Oh God, my eyes, my virgin eyes.’”I wasn’t looking at Norman but I knew his body was mimicking me just like his voice.

“Do you have a problem with that?” My eyebrows arched inquisitively.

“No need to get defensive, it’s just surprising.” Xander stated calmly.

“What? It’s surprising that a nineteen year old girl hasn’t had sex yet?” I questioned, offended.

Xander’s eyebrows shot up and got lost in his hair in surprise.

“You’re only nineteen?”

"No I'm lying for the hell of it." I said sarcastically, “How old are you?”

"I’m twenty-five," he replied dryly.

"Um, you should probably put your towel back on, " I had realized our bodies were still pressed against each other. The position was becoming too comfortable for me. I still had my fingers over my eyes as I began to lift myself from the ground.

"Oh, right, sure." I took my hand away after he spoke.

I peered around the room only to see that Xander still didn’t have his towel on.

“Ah!” I screamed, before covering my eyes again, “You dick!”

I almost laughed at the irony.

Now that I was standing, I was fully exposed.

“Don’t look at me!” I yelled to them.

Norman, guessing by his soft hands, grabbed my arm and led me into a room before closing the door and locking it behind him.

I slowly removed my fingers from my eyes, only to see Xander in front of me. He smirked.

“Xander! Get out.” I covered my body and backed away into a dark area in the room. He followed me, backing me into the corner. Xander slipped his hand onto the wall next to my head and leaned in toward me. I ducked under his arm causing him to kiss the concrete wall.

“Come on, Princess. I won’t bite you...right now.” I sighed as he chased me around the room.

“I’m not going to kiss the guy who kidnapped me.” I said dodging him around the table. His laughter shook the concrete walls.

“Since when? Five minutes ago?” I frowned as he leaned in for another kiss. He had my back pinned against the table.

“Xander!” I slipped down underneath the table and sat there. Xander laughed again and kneeled down. If he had moved his leg a bit further left I would have saw something I had been craving. The towel looked like a small rag on his muscular body.

“I can come under there you know.” He whispered. I folded my arms over my breasts, again. Xander grabbed my bicep, pulling me halfway from under the table and stared into my eyes. I let my palm fall to the ground for support. “You’re making this so hard for me.”

“Force field!” I screamed, letting my arms flail in front of me. “Norman, get me clothes. Now!”

But he wasn’t anywhere in sight. I cursed as soon as I realized I was locked in a room alone with a psycho pervert.

A really attractive one at that, but I was not in the least bit assured by this fact.

Xander stopped suddenly and just stared at me.

“Force field? How old are you, twelve?” Xander stated with a deadpan voice.

“Excuse me, some twelve year olds are very intellectual.” I held up a hand to Xander, causing him to shake his head.

A soft knock on the door started, followed by harder ones and the rattling of a key.

“Nicholas, stop!” I vaguely heard Norman yell from the other side of the door.

“No way! If there’s a half naked chick in here then I will not hesitate to break down the door.” Nicholas replied.

Xander turned to look at me.

“Get in the closet.” He pointed at a door I hadn’t noticed before and I sped to it, flinging the door open and shut right before I heard the main door slam open. I quickly pulled on an old pair of basketball shorts and a loose tank top that probably belonged to Xander; Nicholas’ style was more... shiny.

“I know she’s in here.” A voice I recognized as Nicholas said.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Xander stated.

“Come on, dude. If you give her to me we can have a foursome!”

“Ugh, fine. But only for the foursome!”

I froze in my spot. They wouldn’t really, would they?

Xander flung open the door with Nicholas and Norman right behind him.

This was it. I would lose my virginity in a gang rape, oh dear god.

Suddenly, Xander and Nicholas burst out laughing with Norman giggling behind them.

“Y- Your face!” Xander exclaimed through bursts of laughter.

When they finally settled down, they took one look at my face and burst out laughing again.

“It’s not that funny, guys.” I glared at them, attempting to shoot lazerbeams out of my eyes.

“Yes it is,” Norman said through gasps of air. “You didn’t see yourself!”

“You looked like this.” Xander attempted to mimic me, making a ridiculous face that looked like he really had to pee.

“I did not!” I yelled, my eyebrows scrunched together in anger. But I will admit, the face was hilarious.

Meanwhile, Nicholas was literally rolling on the floor in laughter, making a noise similar to a donkey. If I actually recovered from this trauma, I’d have made fun of it.

Norman just stood behind Nicholas, smiling and shaking his head at him.

It was in this moment I realized- Norman was in lurvv!

I stopped everything I was doing and just stared at him, causing him to stop and look back at me oddly.

I smirked at him, motioning with my eyes towards Nicholas rolling around on the floor. His eyes widened immediately as he got what I was saying and shook his head faster than a cheetah running on a treadmill.

I pushed past Xander and Nicholas, both of whom were now on the floor, and grabbed Norman by the collar, dragging him into the bathroom and locking the door.

“I know your secret.” I taunted.

Author's Note: KissMeOrKillMeSlow (Amber)

hi guise. It's your favourite one, again. I'm also the one who's been uploading all the sexy pictures of our characters (;

I'm not even gonna deny that Rachel Elizabeth Dare is pretty smexy, even though I'm straight. This chapter was written by me (Amber), Jessie, Tara, Trish, Jess, Lux, and Meghan. Yeah, a lot of people worked together to bring you this chapter.

Chapters 8-10 are definitely my favourite so far, and we're currently writing chapter fifteen. That's right. I've seriously reread them ten times, I love them that much. They get pretty crazy because we're all mentally insane.

Anywho! Thank you all for reading this far into the story.

~Amber

P.S. Word count for this chapter is 2465.