The Badboy and the Prude

Chapter 23

It's been five hours and twenty six minutes since Carter locked me in this damn closet, and I was hungry!!!

I would slaughter that boy once I got out!

If he was serious about what he said, then I would be stuck here for five more days! Gosh, me and my darn pranks!

I pulled out my phone to check the time. It was 2:27 now.

I had tried to text Mia or Lila or any of the other girls, but there was no signal in here! And I had a strong craving for a burger and a Pepsi! Jeez, it was probably lunch time!

The girls were wondering now where I was, right?

Surely they would notice my absence.....right?

Oh, who am I kidding?! They probably thought that I ran off to snog Carter's face off!

Speaking of which, the sneaky bastard just left, saying he was gonna go grab a bite.

"Honey! I'm home!" He called out. I shot up and started banging against the door again.

"Carter, you had better let me out of here right now!" I yelled.

"Nah, I think I'd rather let you suffer." He said, sounding like he had a mouth full of food.

I remember food......

My stomach growled in sorrow, and I rubbed it sympathetically. "The human body cannot survive too long without water, you bozo!" I yelled, banging again.

"Then let this be good riddance!" He laughed. I heard the sound of a soda bottle opening and I almost whimpered. "Don't you just love Pepsi, Clyde?" He asked in false innocence.

"I hate you," I said, glaring at the door.

"Aw come on! Don't be like that! Do you want some?" He asked.

I almost cheered. "Please!" I waited for him to open the door, but he never did. Instead, I saw a straw poke in from under the door. It had a tiny droplet of Pepsi, gathering at its end, ready to spill.

"Better drink it fast before the floor beats you to it!"he laughed evilly.

"When I get out of this closet, I am going to shove that straw someplace straws should never be shoved in, you evil fart nugget!" I threatened.

"Fart nugget? What are you? Five?" He teased.

"I hope you suffer and die in the most violent possible way!" I screamed, punching the door as hard as I could. My fist when crashing right through it, and into a harder surface.

I let out a string of curses as I ripped back my hand and cradled my bleeding knuckles.

"What'd you do now?" Asked Carter sounding exasperated.

"You stupid jerk! It's all your fault!" I screamed.

"Nobody told you to punch the door!" He defended.

"You're the one who locked me in!" I yelled. Despite my skin practically dangling off my knuckles, I shoved my hand through the hole to search for the door nob, but instead, I was met with a hard surface.

"I swear if you put the dresser in front of the door-"

"Yes I did!" He said, sounding proud of himself.

I buried my hands in my hair and pulled while I screamed my lungs out in frustration. Carter, on the other hand, was laughing his but off.

"You are a despicable, sorry excuse for a human being! I despise you with every inch if my being! I hope the gates of hell open up and swallow you into it's fiery pits, you sick motherfu-"