As I already said, I would probably regret my decision later.
Well, It's later, and I regret it.
In the haste of my decision, I had failed to actually check the available space in my locker before getting in and making my-self at home. I could already feel the corner of my stupidly large, hardback, Bio text book digging into my fragile ribs, at such a force I was sure it was going to leave a bruise. Unfortunately for me, on the other side sitting smugly was the decathlon trophy I had forgotten to take home over the holidays.
As I sat on the shelf in my locker, surprised at it's strength and flexibility, I wondered just how I had thought this would turn out. My knees were pressed against my chest whilst me arms were pressed against the sides in an attempt to stabilise myself and stop my body from rocking forward and falling out. I could already feel pins and needles start to form in my cramped feet.
Suddenly I heard someone gently knocking on the locker door.
"Who is it?" I answered stupidly.
What the hell Charlie?! Why the hell did I answer? I could of just shut up and waited until the person had gone away, but no, I had to answer. I resisted the urge to slap my forehead, but mostly because I couldn't move my arms.
"Princess?" I heard Cole ask hesitantly. Fuck.
Maybe if I stay quiet he will leave.
"Umm, I mean I know you're in there," he laughed sounding confused
Oh crab cakes did I say that outload again?
"Yes, you did," He answered chuckling, "also who says 'crab cakes' what are you five?"
Honestly, with the level of stupidity I'm currently, exhibiting me being an overgrown five year old would make a lot of sense.
"Care to explain why you're Inside you locker?" Colton asked rapping his knuckles gently, the metal of his rings clanging against the cheap metal. Sending an ear grinding sound through my already unbearable space.
I racked my brain but came up empty. Why was I in a locker? Had it finally happened, had I finally snapped and lost my mind. Regardless of the reason, I was in the locker now and had to fully commit to the decision I had made in a moment of utter insanity. Funnily enough to avoid the risk of somehow seeming even more unhinged.
"Did you know whales can get sunburn," I blurted out, and once I started I just couldn't shut up. As per usual. "I mean it's really stupid when you think about it, it's not like they can just use sunscreen like we do. Why wouldn't they evolve to just not burn. Like snakes or hippos. But then again I guess global warming is also to blame, the ozone layer and all that..."
I trailed off realising that the more I spoke the more insane I sounded. Well, there goes my sanity plea.
I cringed my own actions and expected Cole to just call me some rude name and walk away and pretend like we had never even met, but instead he laughed. He fucking laughed. A proper deep belly, hard to breathe, wheezing and booming laugh. What a dickhead. I sat frowning in my locker, ugh well at least someone's laughing.
Glad my moment of distress is so amusing, I scowled at the thought.
Well jokes on him, he probably looked like a idiot talking to a locker.
"Says the girl sitting in her locker," He wheezed out between the last of his chuckles. I sat and waited for him to finish his fit of giggles. Not like there was anything else I could do anyway.
"S-so are you going to leave or..." I trailed off, hoping he would get the hint.
"No." He responded simply, in his usual smug tone, "Not until you get out of this locker. I know you've been avoiding me princess."
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