Four Boys and One Girl

Chapter 39

FOUR BOYS, ONE GIRL AND 1 CRAZY HIGH SCHOOL YEAR

CHAPTER 39

This chapter is dedicated to @wateenawwad

This was undeniably clichéd. Locked in. we were locked in a music room. The doctor hadn't diagnosed it, but I was pretty sure I was claustrophobic. I didn't do well in small spaces. And where the hell were Ethan and fucking Rori?

"You know," I heard Easy sigh as he looked earnestly around the room. "If you wanted to lock us in, you should've at least let me bring a few books."

I yanked the door knob again and frowned. "I didn't plan this you know." A music room is like, the worst place to shag a boy.

"I believe you,"

I turned and faced him and noticed he was staring at me, his hands in his pockets. "You do?"

"Of course not!" he scoffed. "I mean you bundled me, threw me in a music room and locked us in Callie! What kind of girl does that?" he raised his arms in disbelief.

I shrunk and bowed my head sheepishly. "Sorry. I just wanted to talk,"

Easy sighed again for probably the zillionth time that night before he sat down. "I know you did freshman, and this is probably my fault. I should've just said it," he muttered the last part to himself I almost didn't hear.

Curiosity got the best of me and I couldn't help but scoot closer to him. "Said what?"

His eyes shot up to look and me and I noticed the small specks of silver in them. "What?"

"You just said you should've just told me something."

"Told you what?"

"How should I know? You said it,"

"Said what?"

I gave him a blank look. Was this happening? "You know what, forget it."

We sat in silence for a while – with me just glancing at him – and I was getting bored. Why did I come here again? "So, do you think we'll be able to get out of here? Like tonight?"

"You're the one who locked us in. you figure it out."

"I didn't do it on purpose!" I squealed and stomped my foot on the floor. Note to self: always strategize carefully.

Easy laughed. "I know. I just like saying it."

I frowned. "Asshole,"

"You know," he started, leaning down on his elbows. "I've always wanted to ask, we graduate in a few months. What did you tell that counselor? What plans do you have after high school?"

"What're you? Counselor two?" I teased, a small smile playing on my lips.

"Babe, we're locked in a dark room with nothing to do. I gotta find a way to pass time." He deadpanned with a raised brow.

Right. I shrugged. "I don't know, honestly. Maybe I'll go home, find a way to get my ass in college –" marry you, "– and I don't know, get my own place so I have where to stay when I find the courage to tell my mom where I went for my senior year in high school."

"She's going to find out you know? Everybody's going to. I mean it's not like you can tell her not to come for your graduation? Isn't that like, I don't know, a parental responsibility or something?"

True, true. "If I don't tell her, she won't come." I said with a small grin. "Chris'll probably come but... you know, whatever."

Easy shrugged. "Sometimes, I wish I had your life – you know, apart from your stupidity, just your family. They actually trust you to do the right thing. And they don't butt into your business and try to run the whole fucking thing."