Handcuffed

Part 2: Everett

        

Believe it or not, I'm not happy to be handcuffed to Sinclaire Smith. She's a bit annoying, actually. I can't deny that it is fun to play with her though; she's cute when she's frustrated. This whole thing is a bit freaky, to be honest. I don't plan on letting Claire know about it, but not knowing how I got here is really creeping me out.

            I lead her through the doorway into a sterile white hallway, no pictures, no people, no anything but walls and floor. "Wow, what a creative space." I say dryly, glancing at Claire out of the corner of my eye so she can't tell I'm looking for her reaction. She's with Wyatt, I can't be making any more moves on her or he'll break me. Though if she'd quit biting her lip it would make it a lot easier.

            Claire groans behind me. "Yeah, and there's like, no doors anywhere in this place."

            I raise an eyebrow. "Look right there, genius, whaddya call that? A window?" There's a white door straight ahead, painted to blend in with the wall, but the dips in the wood make it noticeable.

            "That wasn't even funny. What's gotten into you?" She sneers, striding ahead of me, dragging me along with her, and knocking on the door before leaning an ear to the wood and closing her eyes with concentration written on her face. "Can't hear anything, do we go inside?"

            "Well that's what I was thinking, but I don't know, we can just stay here if you'd rather that be the case." I remark, smirking and leaning up against the door next to her.

            "Not in your wildest dreams."

            "Well, you obviously haven't seen my wildest dreams, then have you?

            Claire makes a face. "Why would I want to do that?"

            I shrug. "They're pretty interesting sometimes." With that, I reach behind me and open the door, which thankfully goes into the room it leads to, or that move would've been a lot less suave. Though, nature doesn't like me much, so it still wasn't smooth at all. The door opened to stairs, and I tumble down them, the handcuffs taking Sinclaire with me, and she lands on top of me at the bottom of the staircase, on a cold but carpeted floor. I smile, and taking the opportunity by the horns, I lift my free hand to move her hair out of her face.

            Claire flinches. "Not a chance." She growls, rolling off of me and onto her own two feet in a crouch. "Get up."

            For some reason, I listen, getting to my feet and pulling her up with me. "Any idea where we are now?"

            "No idea. Doesn't look so much like any part of Avontrell I've seen. Nothing looks familiar to you?" Claire turns to me, wide-eyed with worry and I feel an overwhelming urge to hold her and assure her that we'll be fine, but of course, I don't. I suppress the urge. Just like I always do.

            "Besides you love, I haven't seen a lick of this before." I answer honestly. "Do you happen to see a lamp or a light switch over by you?"

            "Everett, we're five feet apart, do you see a light switch by you? Because if not then how would I see one?"

            "Good point, you're the brains of this operation then, aren't you? What does that make me, the beauty? Seems alright to me." I grin.

            "Whatever helps you sleep at night." Claire half-drags me farther into the dark room, until I stumble onto my feet again and follow her of my own accord.

            "You, of course." I reply before I can stop myself, and play it off as a cheap flirting technique by giving her a wide, toothy grin.

            Claire turns around, sighing incredulously. "Girls actually fall for that, or is that a new one you've come up with off the top of your head, because if so, bravo to you. That almost sounded heartfelt."

            I just shrug and keep walking, looking for a light switch and feigning disinterest. This handcuff thing could lead to trouble if I don't keep myself in check.