Diana's P. O. V.
Before he could react I jumped into the backseat, and took my phone, he yanked my leg trying to pull me back, but I kicked my leg free from his grip.
"What is this?!." I yelled, staring into my phone, somehow he broke into my phone and replied all my messages. Telling the girls that I was okay and on my way to the competition.
"This was all planned Caleb?! Wasn't it?!." I asked from the back, holding unto my phone, like my life depended on it. He kept his eyes on the rearview mirror, on me to be precise.
"Whose hoodie is that? What's your relation to that girl at the alley?! And where the fuck are you taking me?!." I yelled out loud in frustration.
"I don't have to answer your questions bitch. All am paid to do is keep you away from the competition for as long as possible." Caleb informed me.
The next action I took was calling my mother, was she an hour away? Yes! But she was the first person my gut told me to contact.