Just the Start. (The Clovers series: Book 1)

Chapter 27

"By the way, the door is blocked."

The weapons were placed back to their original positions and we had finished our cleaning duties.

"What? Why would it be blocked?" Zander asked in alarm.

I shrugged.

"Someone blocked it I guess."

"How are you so calm when you say that?"

Zander walked over to the door and shoved it but it did not move a single inch.

"Should I panic?" I folded my arms across my chest.

"Most girls would," he claimed, throwing his weight against the door in a futile attempt to open it.

I cleared my throat to prepare myself for what I was going to do next.

"Help! I'm scared and I don't wanna die! I'm too young to die! " I yelled in the girliest voice I could possibly muster.

"It doesn't work that way," he shook his head. "But I'm glad that you didn't scream. I can't handle emotional girls."

"Ah. I would've loved to see that," I told him wistfully.

"Why are you just standing there? Do you not know how to help?"

"Since you asked so politely I will," I made my way to the door.

"On the count of three," Zander ordered.

"One, two, three!"

Both of us threw ourselves at the door but it remained unyielding.
After a few more tries, we gave up.

"What the hell did they put outside the door? Looks like we're gonna have to wait for someone to get us out," Zander tousled his hair in frustration.

With a yawn, I walked over to where the bench sat in a corner and laid down on it.

I'm never a person who gets tired easily but when I do, it hits me hard.

"What are you doing?" Zander asked in surprise.

"I'm tired and I'm going to sleep. Go back to the other side of the line." I rolled to my side, back-facing him and inviting sleep.

I was about to doze off when the bench was tilted sideways, causing me to fall off it.

"What's your problem?" I glared up at him, rubbing my sore shoulder sleepily.

"How can you still sleep knowing that someone blocked us in?" he asked in all seriousness.

"Don't be so paranoid. I wouldn't have the energy to fight even if someone charged in with a knife right now," I curled into a fetal position on the floor and my eyelids started to fall back close.

A poke to my side caused my heavy eyelids to flutter open in annoyance.

Zander stood there with a frown, a feather duster in his hand. Did he just used that to poke me?

"Excuse me sir. Do you know how dirty is that? And for goodness sake. Just go and sleep, will you?" I muttered crossly.

"Wake up, someone could be coming any second now."

Whether he meant coming to help us or harm us, I couldn't be sure. However, I'm too sleepy to do any confirmation with him.

I ignored him as my eyelids drooped and I succumbed to my exhaustion.

"Sleepyhead." I heard him grumble, right before I slipped into dreamland.

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