"Faye Blair Slut Cole!"

A shrill voice yelled out my name. I looked around along with Mr. Seven-feet-tall, but we couldn't find anyone. Learning from my previous mistakes, I also looked down, and there she was.

Standing a few feet away from us, was Rosewater Sunflower Applesauce Autumnwinters.

She stalked angrily towards us, looking more like an annoyed cherub than a teen full of rage. Her fists were clenched at her sides, and her nostrils were flared like a bull.

"Stop trying to steal my kidnapper away from me!" She thundered, pulling at Mr. Seven-feet-tall. He didn't budge from his place, but when he realised what she was trying to accomplish, he tipped his hat and respectfully bowed back, going to stand wherever she wanted him to.

"You're being ridiculous, Rosewater-" I started, trying to clear this misunderstanding, but she held up her hand at me. I shut up, even though her hand barely reached my chest, and was small enough to look like an overgrown palm with no fingers.

She started screaming something, but with her vertically challenged status and the loud music still blaring inside the mansion, I cleared my throat and indicated to her that I couldn't hear her.

I bent down to my knees and asked her to repeat.

She bubbled with vengeance, "I demand a duel! I'm going to kill you! Whoever wins keeps my kidnapper for himself!"

Mr. Seven-feet-tall moved to object, possibly to remind her the principal of kidnapping, but she wouldn't hear it.

I wanted to decline. Things had just taken a turn from bad to downright horrendous.

She smirked at me with a victorious look, and yelled in her shrill voice, "It's good that you're afraid! I'm going to win because I am fighting for my love!"

Mr. Seven-feet-tall and I stared at her.

"Do you even know what his name is?"

"Please don't say that, I was only picking you up for my boss!"

That made Rosewater stop in her track, "Boss?"

Before Mr. Seven-feet-tall could elaborate, a loud sound of the revving of an engine made us all hold our ears to our hands. A massive bike thundered into the driveway, and off got a biker in a black suit. Red flames were painted onto his helmet, and his leather jacket rustled lightly as he walked towards us.

Mr. Seven-feet-tall bent to his feet in respect, "Boss."

When the boss finally removed his helmet, Rosewater and I were shocked. It took a few minutes to recover our senses.

"Mr. Notworthtime?" I finally asked.

Rosewater's face broke into a million watt grin, "My history teacher has had a secret crush on me? He loved me so much that he wanted to kidnap me and steal me away for himself?"

She skipped away to his side but he looked at her in disgust.

"I'm a thirty-three year old man and you're not even eighteen, yet!" He spat at her, "I'm not a pedophile!"

She stared at him, confusion replacing her earlier elation, "Then why would you try to have me kidnapped?"

"Because I'm tired of teaching students who never learn anything and keep wondering which handsome man to pick in class and make out with during lunch!" He said, his voice rising with each syllable. "And by the way," he was on a roll now, "Most of them are full grown adults! Even her-" he said pointing at me, "She's been in my class since 2011! She should be thirty by now!"

I looked down at my body in horror. I couldn't be thirty! I hadn't even turned 18, once! I did not want to miss out on all my twenties! That was the best time of anyone's life! (after infancy, of course)

Mr. Notworthtime wasn't done, yet, "I'm going to take you to class, right now, and I'm going to teach you enough history to make people wonder if you're actually a time traveller!"

Mr. Notworthtime grabbed Rosewater by her wrist and started dragging her towards the car that Mr. Seven-feet-tall had previously thrown Rosewater in. She started screaming and realised quickly enough that only I could hear her.

This was the moment I had been waiting for. I could save her life and become her friend and I could get out of here. Even if I was in my thirties by Mr. Notworthtime's logic, I could still leave and not be as bad as Edward, at the very least. He was 130 years old!

I found potted plants at the entrance of Jackson's mansion, but they were too heavy for me to lift alone. Rosewater was trying with all her might to struggle against Mr. Notworthtime and resist his efforts, but the only real trouble he was getting was from the wind which would make her fly off at regular intervals, leading him to chase after her and restart.

I ran to Mr. Seven-feet-tall, "Help us, please!"

He was still kneeling on the ground, "I cannot! I have to start reading the namaz right now!"

The surprise broke through my panic for a moment, "You're a muslim?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't wear a Taqiyah on my head to a kidnapping assignment!" He sneered sarcastically, "Rosewater definitely would not have struggled at all and come just as easily, if she knew her kidnapper was actually a man of colour and practised a different religion altogether!"

I had to say, it was solid reasoning.

I shook myself out of this random conversation to prepare myself for the other random situation that was still taking place. 

Mr. Notworthtime had almost managed to reach the door of the car this time. I did not have many options left.

And so, I steeled up my nerves, and bent down to pick up the plant.

"FUCK!"

My back almost gave way as I tried to pick it up, and it only slightly budged. I heaved and cursed, but the most I could do was drag it forward from its previous place.

After what felt like hours, I looked up to find Mr. Seven-feet-tall, Rosewater and Mr. Notworthtime staring at me and looking at the progress I was making.

"I'm a cheerleader, not a weightlifter!" I screamed out in frustration.

"Wingardium leviosa!"

A voice yelled from the door of the mansion, and there stood Draco Malfoy. The same pot that had been so adamant on proving all the rules of physics right, like gravity and inertia, suddenly flew up and hit Mr. Notworthtime square in his chest making him tumble back.

I would have made it hit his head, but I suppose the pot wasn't entirely ready to give up on physics just yet.

"Rosewater, run!" Zayn Malik shouted from behind Draco. He carried a half broken guitar, no doubt the work of one of Mr. Notworthtime's men.

Rosewater, finally free from Mr. Notworthtime's grip, ran. I collapsed on the ground from exertion, and thought to myself, "There goes my fourteenth attempt at trying to get out of this place."

Someone helped me up on my feet, while all the guys pounced on Mr. Notworthtime and Mr. Seven-feet-tall. 

"You tried to help me," Rosewater said. I looked down, and saw that the person helping me was none other than Rosewater herself. It felt like I was being lifted by one of Scott Lang's ants. And I would know, he made it a ride during the spring carnival.

"I just want to be friends," I croaked out. 

Rosewater tucked her hair behind her ear, and extended a hand. 

"Yeah, well. Why not? Let's do it."

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A/N

This was one story I did not know I would write until I did, and even then I found myself wondering how I reached the place I did. I had been meaning to write a book from the perspective of the 'Queen Bee' for as long as I can remember. It had originally been a rather serious teen-fiction/romance book, but the more I tried to create the characters, the more I realised that I just couldn't catch that vibe. 

I certainly hope that sometime in the future, I return to this premise and manage to write an actual romance or teen-fiction novel with a 'Queen Bee' character as the main protagonist, but until then, I will just keep trying to improve my writing skills and increase my vocabulary further. 

I hope you enjoyed reading the story as much as I loved writing it! 

Sending lots of love ;)

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