Grey and Ocean's Fate | JenLisa

Chapter 16

"E-excuse me?" The blue-uniformed man turned around slowly, gulping at the sight of Lisa. His eyes stared at her in a cowardly manner and his body was suddenly frozen in sight. "W-who do you think you are?" He stammered again.

Lisa didn't hesitate to take a step forward and shame the man further by towering him.

"Someone who you don't want to piss off." She said through her clenched jaw. "So, janitor, I suggest you open that door." She tightened her hands around the broom.

"I... well I- I'm not allowed," The janitor explained, swallowing the anger that poured out from Lisa's eyes.

"Lisa, it's fine... I can come back tomorrow." I tell her in a weak attempt.

"No. I believe this pathetic excuse for a man owes you an apology, Jennie." She stepped closer to the man the same way the janitor had stepped to me. "Don't you think?"

"Please, let's just go." I try again.

The next thing I knew, the janitor was crying out in pain, begging to be let go as his face turned red and closed in a grimace. I followed the man's eyes to the ground where a heavy black boot was crushing the tip of his blue running shoe. Lisa twisted her heel further and the man cried out louder, holding onto her shirt like some kind of plea.

A glimmer filled the waterline of his eyes as they looked up to Lisa.

"Fine! I- I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" He screeched out.

Like a large wave crushing his body, he was released. He clutched onto his bruised foot and swore under his breath.

"The door." Lisa scorned down at him.

The man fumbled around while trying to reach for his pocket and hold his foot at the same time. Before he could even pass up the keys, Lisa snatched them from his hand, and in return, the broom was dropped on the floor, bouncing a few times until it rested still.

Lisa moved from behind me to the door and twisted the lock open on the first try. She went inside but I couldn't bring myself to follow her. Instead, I stood silently, watching with empathy as the man lay on the floor.

Seconds later, Lisa was by my side again, clutching my textbook with one hand. She strode toward the janitor and held him by his collar.

"You ever look at her in the wrong way again, and I will cut out your eyes. You so much as mutter a single word in her direction, and I will cut out your tongue. Do you understand me?"

The janitor nodded repeatedly. Then, Lisa gripped onto my arm and pulled me away. She forced us through the building doors and led us outside where I could finally pull my arm away.

She turned to me, chest heaving. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

"N-no. I'm okay." I swallowed, trying to hide that I was on the brink of tears. I felt my throat closing up and squeeze for air as I met her gaze. "Thank you."

Something flashed in her eyes before she looked away, slowly nodding. "You're welcome."

"Thank you for my textbook and for..." I didn't have to finish the sentence for her to understand.

"It's fine." Her jaw clenched as she held out the heavy book for me.

I took it without saying anything. I didn't have it in me to hold back from crying in front of her for much longer. "I'll-" I cleared my throat. "I'll see you."

She watched me quietly, her muscles visibly tensing. She stepped forward. "Where are you going?"

I looked down at where her thin, long fingers had gently laced around my wrist. Her chest was inches away from mine. I looked up and my eyes connected with her pink plump lips for a brief moment. There was something about the way she was holding me now that was different. It felt like I was suddenly short of breath. My stomach erupted with a butterfly-like feeling. Her fingertips grazed against my skin and goosebumps were left in their absence.