Trust Me

Chapter 10

The final bell rings, and I jump up ready to rush out to my car. I text Tiff: 'be there in a few =]'.

Before I head to the car, I have to go drop my books off at my locker.

"421...422...423," I whisper to myself as I approach my locker. My locker number is 425, and I am there in moments. I quickly twist the knob, putting in my combination: 21-08-34. I toss my books in, and slam the locker shut.

I suddenly feel extremely nauseous, and run into the nearest bathroom, ready to retch. I rush into a stall, but the feeling is gone as quickly as it arrived. Maybe that rice was bad...wouldn't be surprised. The school lunches are inedlible, but I'm too lazy to pack my own.

As I walk out to the hallway, I notice I'm the only one here. This place cleared out fast.

I am passing the janitors closet, when I hear the door open, and a hand goes over my mouth, and pulls me in. I scream into the hand, and start kicking and punching like crazy.

"Ow, Charlie! Calm down!" Caleb curses. A light flicks on, and he lets go of me.

"What the heck is wrong with you!" I yell, anger apparent in my voice.

"Well, you didn't meet me at my car like I told you to," he mumbles.

"So you decided it would be a good idea to KIDNAP me!" I viciously say. I put my hand on the door to leave.

"Just...hear me out," he pleads. Ugh. I roll my eyes, yet find myself taking my hand off the door.

"Fine. Just be quick, Tiff's waiting," I comply.

"Ok. So I know I've been a jerk for a while...okay, for forever, and I'm sorry. I have reasons, but they aren't important and you wouldn't want to hear them." I open my mouth to protest, but he continues. "So, I'm just asking if we can start over. Clean slate. Please," he concludes.

Well, I wasn't expecting that. I don't know what to say. Why should I give him a second chance when he so royally screwed up the first one? If I did though, maybe I wouldn't dread school as much. Maybe we could actually be friends.

I am startled out of my thoughts by a loud noise that sounds like a lions roar. I scream, and jump over to Caleb, throwing my arms around his neck.

"Jeez, it's just the air vent," he mumbles.

"I'm sorry, I don't usually throw my arms around perfect strangers," I say backing up, and putting my arms at my sides, where they belong. "I'm Charlotte by the way, but you can call me Lottie."

The smile on his face was worth a million words.

"I'm Caleb. Nice to meet you Charlie." I roll my eyes and laugh. I guess you really can't teach an old dog new tricks.

"It's Lottie," I retort, a childish smile tugging at my lips.