My romantic storys

Stuck in a janitors closet

Can you imagine the worst thing possible? OK, and now double that, done that? It isn't even half as bad as my situation right now. Let me tell you how I got myself in this situation, well I am in high school, that in a way is worse enough, and there are people out there whom really hate, and then I mean really really hate, high school. I mean I can't blame them, I want to get out of this hellhole as soon as possible, but then I have to go to another hellhole so that won't help. So back to the people who hate high school, well most of them just try to forget they ever went, but some are not so quiet about their feelings towards high school and the people who made it even worse. That is exactly what is happening right here, I am in a janitors closet hiding from who ever is out there. OK you see, this situation is already bad enough as it is, but it gets worse. You see, I used to have a boyfriend (about three hours ago). He was really sweet and I thought I was beginning to love the guy.. But then about four hours ago I caught him in this exact closet with one of my 'friends', I never really liked the girl she is a sort of queen bee she always gets what she wants, by the way I am a cheerleader and skater and the boyfriend, who's name I swore never to say again, is a skater too. I heard something inside the closet and decided to check it out, guess what I found.. My guy, pushing a 'friend' against the wall with her arms above her head. He looked shocked, then his mouth fell open as he tried to make a sentence but I had cut him off before he could apologize.

flashback

"Don't." I say, his eyes become cold, almost as cold as my tone.

"You don't even want to know my side of the story?!" He looks angry and all I can feel is hurt, hurt that he didn't want to wait, for me to be ready.

"No I don't want to hear your lies." I say with no emotion in my voice, I feel like a robot. I turn around and walk away without another word, I hear him call after me and him following me, I keep walking until I hear him giving up. Then I go into the lady's room and cry until I no longer have tears left, and go back to class.

flashback finished

And there you have it folks, my morning. After that I had one hour of English, which in my case means sleep caus I already read the book, two minutes after the bell rang I heard shots and ran to the closest closet the wasn't locked, when I got here it was empty but then I heard somebody banging on the doors begging if he could get in. And me, being the stupid caring person, let the guy in. I knew it was him the minute he started yelling for someone to let him in, but yeah like I said I am a stupid caring person. So I let him in, and here we are five minutes later, sitting in silence. My hands are shaking, but I make sure that he doesn't see it.

'Are you OK?' he asks.

'Yeah sure.' I say, not wanting to talk to the bastard, and trying to play Super Mario on my phone, it is really hard!

'Come on June..' he sighs. I roll my eyes and pause my game and meet his staring eyes.

'What do you want?!' I whisper-talk, you know when you can't really talk caus you don't want a pshico shooter to find you, but you can't whisper because there is to much noise?

'I want to ap..' I shake my head.

'You have got to be f*ing kidding me!' I whisper-yell. He is quiet and looks at me stunned, I never swore near him, scratch that I never swear at all, but I can't care less at this moment. 'You want to talk about that now?! If you haven't noticed yet, there is a guy out there with a f*ing gun shooting people! And you want to talk about what happened this morning? You are so f*ing stupid sometimes!' OK I have never sworn so much in my entire life..

'Yes, I do think of that!' He whisper-yells back.

'And why is that you moron?!' I reply before he could go on.

'Because we are in a closet together and I am trying very hard not to kiss you.' He says coming closer to me. My mouth is hanging open at this point. His eyes go to my mouth, and mine automatically go to his lips. But at that moment someone decides to wiggle the door handle. My head snaps to the door where, very childish I know, a broom is placed to keep the door closed. Don't blame me, it was the best I could come up with. We keep very quiet hoping the person would leave, after a swearwords we hear the person waling away. I sigh in relieve, but I didn't notice I grabbed on to his shirt in the heat of the moment. I look up to his eyes and see something I haven't seen yet: lust.

His hands grab my waist and pulls me onto his lap, the worst part is that I don't wànt to stop him. Our faces less then an inch apart, I hear a loud pang and pull away as if I burned myself. I scream when I see that the door is open and a man is standing there staring at us. He walks up to me and I keep screaming....

And the next thing I know I am sitting in my bed heavy breathing..

'What the...' I whisper. And then I realize, it was just a nightmare, I never had a boyfriend to begin with...

Hope you liked it!!!!!

-xxx- Cindy

PS. The song on the side is: Timbaland ft. OneRepublic-Apologize