Dangerous Circumstances

[Jojo]

Rating: Firstly, this story is rated T (for teens, obviously). Mild language, some romance, moderate violence. Real-life fiction.

Summary: Joanne Watson - Jo, as she likes to be called - is a sixteen-year-old student who enjoys the good things in life (car, rich parents, great friends, etc). Her boyfriend is perfect, and everything seems completely normal - until one seemingly innocent day, while she was about to drive home, Jo is kidnapped. Her captors hold her for ransom and won't let her out of there site until they get the money. Using her intelect and wit, she tries to figure out a way to escape their clutches and make it out alive. But many surprises are in store for Jo... and not all of them are pleasant.

((I have to go to bed now.... I'll be back on to post the beginning later))

[Jojo]

Chapter One


She was pretty. No… more than that. She was the most attractive young woman he had ever set eyes on – and he had seen quite a few beautiful women. Medium, layered brown hair framed two ever-gleaming deep blue eyes. Eyes that could see right through you, right into your very soul. And her lips – full, tantalizing, gorgeous lips. Lips that, when curved upward, would form the perfect smile, occasionally revealing pearly white teeth.

Yes, he thought, she’s definitely an eye-catcher.

Eighteen-year-old Jonathan Cyrus waited in his car silently, observing the girl through the driver’s window. She had just been released from her daily torture at the local high school, chatting, mingling, and flirting the whole way. Both genders of her classmates surrounded her, flocking in every direction she headed.

Turning the key, Jonathan’s car came to life. The engine of the 2005 Honda Civic hummed slightly, eager to leave. With one last glance at the young woman, he smirked, and sped off.



Sixteen-year-old Joanne Watson giggled excitedly as she exited the high school. Surrounded by her dearest friends, the weary day ended on a good note.

“So,” spoke up Samantha McKellan, a fifteen-year-old girl with long blonde hair – usually tied in a low ponytail – and excited blue eyes. “Now that it’s the weekend, what is everyone planning to do?” She had directed the question to everyone there, but glanced expectantly at Joanne.

Jo – as all of her friends and family called her – shrugged undecidedly. “I’m not sure…” she replied slowly. “I think I’m supposed to spend time with my mom.” She looked back at Samantha. “What’re your plans, Sam?”

A grin spread across the girl’s face. “I’m going to see Usher in concert!” She said excitedly, laughing at everyone’s jealous faces.

“You’re not serious!” said a girl to Sam’s right – Leah Summers, Jo remembered vaguely.

Sam nodded. “And guess what else? I got…” She fumbled around inside her purse for a second, and then whipped out a plastic card. “A backstage pass!” She squealed happily.
Jo shook her head. “Man… that is so not fair!”

Sam smiled. “That’s what I love about turning sixteen!” She put the backstage pass back in her purse, still gleaming.

“Yeah, well… happy birthday,” sighed Jo somewhat lamely. “Anyways… I’ve got to head home. See you gals later,” she said, waving to them as she walked off. Digging her car keys from her purse, Jo unlocked the Nissan Sentra and slid into the driver’s seat. Almost immediately after shutting the door, a strong hand wrapped around her waist, and she felt something cold press against the back of her neck. Jo’s breath vanished from her lungs and her heart skipped a beat, before quickly starting up again at full speed.

“Don’t scream,” whispered a voice from the back seat – a male voice, somewhat deep. Not a full-grown male, at least.

Jo had started to shiver in fear; it took all her strength to come up with even a small reply, and it was in a shaky voice. “W-Why shouldn’t I?” There was a short pause, and the person behind her leaned forward. “Because then I would have to give you a spanking.”

Jo blinked. What the hell? She spun around quickly, taking a chance. “Oh my God!” she yelled in both relief and anger. “Daniel!”

Daniel Tunstall, Jo’s seventeen-year-old boyfriend, cackled in delight. “I so had you going, didn’t I?” he asked between breaths. “I mean, you honestly believed I had a gun!” To prove he did not, Daniel held up a cold water bottle, pointing to the cap. Fuming, Jo leaned towards him, hitting his shoulder – hard. “Don’t ever scare me like that again!” she commanded angrily. “I almost died, I was so frightened!”

Daniel laughed again and grabbed her arms, pulling her all the way into the backseat with him. “Come on…” he whispered in a soothing voice. “You know you liked the feeling.” As Jo started to shake her head, he leaned forward and kissed her. She shut up.

After he pulled away from her, Jo realized how lucky she was to have a boyfriend like Daniel. Spiked black hair perfectly accented his bright blue eyes, and sinewy muscles – developed from years of track and swimming – added to his gorgeous looks. Of course, thought Jo, being a good person helped a lot, as well as being such a fine-looking man.

Daniel smirked. “Feel better now?” He reached forward, stroking her hair.

Jo wanted to be mad at him, but her previous anger had long since vanished. She was no match for Daniel’s charm. Rolling her eyes, she replied, “Yeah, I do. Happy now?” After Daniel nodded, she hit him again – but more playfully this time. In retaliation, his hands shot to her sides, tickling them. Jo, who was extremely ticklish, yelped in laughter and squirmed to get out of his reach.

Daniel held onto her tightly, having no trouble because of his strong yet smooth muscles. He stopped tickling Jo and leaned forward, kissing her again. As they moved closer together, his hand strayed to her waist, under her shirt.

Jo’s hand stopped his. “Daniel,” she said, pulling away from him. “Don’t. I need to get home, or my dad will freak.” She looked up into his bright blue eyes pleadingly.

Frowning, Daniel sighed disappointedly. “Alright… but you owe me one.” He let her go and opened the car door, stepping out. “You go on home. I’ve got some things to do anyhow, so it’s not that important.” With a last smile, he put his hands in his pockets and walked away, towards the other side of the parking lot.

Jo closed her eyes, feeling miserable. One day, she thought, one day I’ll let him know how I feel about him, and he won’t be so disappointed in me. Taking a last glance at her boyfriend’s retreating back, Jo started the car and drove off.