Flanked by the jocks

We moved further pack of people. It soon became like we were playing a game of cat and mouse. I'd spot Henry and I'd get Annie to move further away from him.

The whole time, the blonde beauty had no idea she was also the 'mouse' in this game, she was too busy enjoying the music. I didn't know how long I could keep this up for. After Harry Lucas finished performing, I didn't want to lose Annie again so I kept her distracted with other things, we walked and talked, had lunch together, played the little carnival games that was set up on the outskirts of the festival grounds.

I kept her moving all the time. For me, it was amazing, I hope she felt the same way, she was very chatty today, not just because of the **** she was having either.

Eventually she was interested in catching back up with the girls, there was only so long I could keep her away from them. We began to walk back to the main stage, where we knew Tayla, Katie and Milly would likely be. By this stage of the evening, Rose could be anywhere, doing anything so it would just be the other three that would be easy to find.

"I'm so glad we could clear everything up these holidays," Annie told me on the way back to the stage. That meant a ton to me, "I am too, I've missed us hanging out."

We spoke a little more as we met up with the others. There was no sign of Henry yet so in the back of my mind, I assumed that he was still out there looking for Annie. As for the others, Rose was still missing in action, most likely with Davo. Tayla and Declan were here together, alongside Milly and Katie who were coincidentally hanging out with two Australian blonde twins.

"Four more hours til midnight!" Tayla exclaimed as the clock hit 8pm.

I was peeking at Annie through the side of my eye. She was looking so innocent, despite her tight short shorts and braless one shoulder white top looking outrageously hot on her.

If I wanted a midnight kiss, my options were few and far between and I had always wanted to kiss Annie, always!

When I excused myself to go to the bathroom, I started to practice my lines in my head.

How would I tell her?

What happens at 11:59?

Do I just stand next to her and let it happens? What if she only wants to hug me?

Over and over they went through my mind. I just had to get this right. As I approached the cubicles, I had an extra spring in my step. But it seemed to be that whenever I got that spring, something around the corner was always there to take it away.

This would be no exception. I was flanked by two guys, one on either side of me. It didn't take long to work out it was Henry Foley and Ryan Tanner, dumb and dumber. "You didn't listen to me... did you!" Henry Foley said aggressively.

They had their hands on my arms and the moment I tried to squirm out of their grip, they tightened it. They weren't going to let me go anywhere, I was suddenly being directed to the last lot of cubicles, out the back where nobody else was.

"I told you to stay away from her..." he said in a menacing tone.

"She's not your property! Now let me go!"

It was no use, they laughed at my attempts to get out of their grip. I may have been in better shape than I was this time last year but compared to these two, I stood no chance. They dragged me to the last empty cubicle on the end.

"Stop it! Let me go!!" Ryan Tanner laughed louder when I yelled out. They pushed me inside the cubicle with a weight of ****.

"You're done Hawkins!" Henry Foley exclaimed once more. They slammed the door on me. I tried to push my way out but Tanner while laughing, held it shut on me as Henry moved something in front of the cubicle to trap me. It didn't matter how much I yelled or banged on the door, it wasn't moving and I couldn't get out.

Overseas, my phone had no service and there was no internet connection out here so there was no way of contacting the others.

The feeling being trapped, alone, in a toilet cubicle was one of real isolation. I didn't cry, but I feel empty inside. I may have been a loser and an outsider growing up but I had never gotten this bad of treatment from these types of jocks until I met the Saturday Night Five.

I kept banging on the door but it was no use, these were the only sets of cubicles that were barely used over the day and night. All I could do was check the time on my phone.