William had turned his mind off. Thinking was all too hard when you were handcuffed, shackeled, and blindfolded. He would occasionally lift his head and attempt to hear or remove the cuffs but neither was possible. Two and one half hours had passed, William had counted the number of ticks the second hand on his watch had made. He hoped that he would be where ever soon.
"Damn kid, get him out." the same gruff voice that had held the gun to his back had him removed from the car. Blindfold removed, William could see a largish size house and two almost scrawney guys who were the same age as he.
"Guys this little set up is so adorable and all, but I’d really like to get to my 8:30 english lit. class tomorrow morning so I’ll be leaving…" William was tired of this crap, these scrawned brats couldn’t hold him anywhere.
"This gun says your not leaving, you got a problem with that?"
"Ya, I do…I can’t miss class."
"Like shit you can’t…you’ve been phoned in ‘sick’."
"Somebody will find me, I have my tracker on this arm." Will was like duh, the least these idiots could do would be take the tracker off of his wrist. He looked down with a satisfied smirk on his face and realised it wasn’t there.
"Looks like we have some smarts, princey…Harvard usually doesn’t take total idiots, though they made an acception for you."
"Cute guys…" William looked up at the house they had arrived in front of.
"So, Dreamboat Willy, hehe…"
"Thats His Royal Highness Dreamboat Willy…" William was pissed, he would be leaving…soon.
"Here is your room, hope you enjoy it. You will have a visitor in around 5 minutes so you may want to change. Wait, your the prisoner, we don’t have to give prisoners clothes."
"Excu…"
"Did we give you permission to speak? I think not…don’t try anything stupid."
APP. 5 MINUTES LATER...
"Oh William" Will recognized the voice and inside his head he was screaming for joy…it was some sick joke, I’m going home!
"ZARA! Oh god am it gla…" Its Zara, she’ll save me…god Will pull yourself together, they haven’t even done anything to you.
"Thats right Will, it’s Zara."
"So, Zara, when will we be leaving? See I have this english lit thing…"
"YOU won’t be going anywhere. As for me I will be watching you…don’t move a muscle."
"What? Zara?"
"I was tired of you steeling my thunder princie-poo…get ready for Zara to shine."
"What about Harry? He is still there for publicity?"
"He will be taken care of, too."
