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Chapter 6: A Messy Situation

His darkish brown hair falls into his swarm of greenish-blue eyes leaving me with a look of sincerity I swear could never even appear on his face. He reaches out a hand but I push it away with a swipe of my hand. 

"Can you not just leave me alone for one friggin minute!" I snap and head off into the middle of the car park, really having no clue of where I'm headed. "Anywhere but near him," I mutter to myself, just beneath my breath. 

"Where are you going?" Hayden laughs from behind me. I stop and cross my arms across my chest. Damn he got me there. 

"Back to school," I mutter and turn to go back indoors. It seems though he will make no move against me as I walk straight past him, ignoring the smirk that floats easily along his lips and trails all the way to his eyes. For a second it stops me and, and, crap he's noticed. Instantly the smirk vanishes from his face and I avert my gaze so I can get back to school. 

"Hey wait!" he yells from behind but I ignore him and run back through the school corridors when abruptly the bell rings for period three. The large, red double doors from the cafeteria burst open and everyone comes bustling out. It's like a stampede streaming towards the classrooms, and I'm standing right in their way. 

"Brilliant," I muse, without any traces of enthusiasm. But before I manage to take a step forward to face the massive crowd I'm thrown sidewards through a door and land on my side with a great big smack. I groan, rubbing my surely bruised hip and try to sit-up when the door slams shut. I gasp jumping backwards and collapse into a shelf layered with paints and cleaning products. Must be the janitors closet, I think to myself. It seems I've never been across it before.

Someone clears their throat from across the small expanse of space and I jerk my head towards them. Precisely who I want to be stuck in the janitors closet with. 

"Oh my god," I groan rubbing my hand against my forehead, "what do you want?" I slam my hands against my sides sounding like a little kid who's throwing a tantrum. Hayden stares at me holding my gaze so I am unable to look away. His tropical eyes don't give anything away. He's completely unreadable. 

"Why did you stop back there?" he asks in a voice so stern it's as though to him I've done something terribly wrong. 

"What, what do you mean stop back there?" I stutter, trying to seem un-flustered by his words and  under complete control, "if you don't mind, I think I'll be going now. You don't seem to be making much sense right now." I go to walk past him feeling rather proud of myself for getting the words out properly without having a mental breakdown right in front of Hayden. I suppose my social skills haven't always been the best. I turn the knob on the door but it doesn't budge, not even a few inches. 

Uh oh. 

This is not good. This is definitely not good at all. I try the knob again twisting it back and forth, back and forth but it doesn't budge a bit. 

"Great," I seethe realising I'm going to be spending a good deal of time stuck in here with Hayden. I slowly turn around to find him up against the back shelf.

"I thought you said you were leaving," he asks nonchalantly, carefully leaning onto the shelves so to not spill the paints and bottles of cleaning products. 

"The door so happens to be locked," I say eyeing him carefully. 

"And?" he says, daring me with his eyes. The hint of a smirk twisting at the corners of his lips. 

"And what?" I say. Two can play at this game, I think to myself as I lean back against the door. 

"Too bad we don't have a key," he says in a subtle manner, as he twirls the end of his headphones that are sticking out from the pocket of his dark denim jeans.