Forbidden Love

Chapter 20

Different thoughts scrawling around my mind, like who would lock us in here? Why would they lock us in here? Are they planning to kill us? I don't know, but I did know that I did not feel comfortable inside a closed room, knowing it's closed.

Nathaniel walks closer, and tries opening the door but no luck. "It's a good thing this room is quite big; your claustrophobia can't attack you." He says leaning against the desk.

I raise my eye brows, "My claustrophobia?" How on earth did he know I was claustrophobic? But then again it's Nathaniel, nothing gets passed him even if it's something so irrelevant and small like this. I wasn't feeling claustrophobic inside a room because of its size, but because I was inside it with Nathaniel.

He laughs sheepishly. "Remember when I read your files?" He squints.

Oh yeah. I nod slowly, and pull myself up to the desk so I'm seated. I could hear the faint sounds of Marvin Gaye by Charlie Puth and Meghan Trainor. We sit in silent for a few seconds, just accepting the fact we are locked in here for a while until someone realises we're gone.

"They'll be back." I say firmly nodding, making myself and Nathaniel aware that we are going to be okay.

"Yeah, they'll have to come back, they need the decorations." He smiles lightly, taking a seat on the chair near me. "Unless they forget, or they already have enough decorations, and then we end up staying here until one of the teachers come back, which will be late." He says raising his eye brows, and looking at me like it doesn't matter.

I chuck the stuffed duck that was sitting near the computer on him. "Shut up." I say smiling. Hell no was I going to be stuck in here for more than an hour.

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We had been playing with everything in the boxes for what felt like five hours but I'm sure it has been a while. We heard people making ways in, and the music getting louder. The cheers of the people outside only confirmed it had been a while we were in here. Why were they not opening the door?

We both stop, and just stand there exhausted.

He stops smiling, and leans forward towards me. "Listen, about earlier. I'm sorry you felt like you had to lie to protect my 'cool armour'." He says rolling his eyes, quoting cool being.

I look at him for a few seconds, his face instantly changed like he didn't like be knowing the cool guy or scary guy. "why do you say it like that?" I ask.

He shrugs. "It's stupid." He pauses, closing his mouth shut firmly and looks down at the ground squinting and thinking, the kind of look you have when you wonder if you can trust someone enough to tell them this.

"What is? Tell me." I say suddenly more curious than ever, was Nathaniel going to tell me something about himself for the first time? 

"The less you tell, the more you'll fit in". He says quietly, looking up at me with a small smile. But a different kind of smile, more like a defeated smile, like he just gave up.

"That's not true." I say whispering. "Why do you say that?"

"My dad always told me I'd never be good enough for anyone, well not the real me at least, because I'm the school quarterback or whatever like he was." He shrugs. "As long I kept quiet and stayed to myself I would be okay, I mean I've never really known how to be normal or care for people." He says rolling his eyes, like talking about his dad made him sick.

Although what he was saying was very true, he did show me he cared in the weirdest way possible, I'm not sure he even noticed.

I crane my neck sideways, I was confused.