Valentine's Day

Chapter Thirty-Three

  HI EVERYBODY:) I'M UPLOADING! AFTER TEN MILLION YEARS, I FINALLY FINISHED CHAPTER THIRTY THREE! my back's totally dead by the way:) anyway, I'm not going to be uploading for a long time because of prelims and boy, this chapter was the hardest to squeeze through because when i started writing, my brain juice had dried up! I promise you, I will make it nicer next time!:) Love you for reading this! Enjoy!

  “Seriously,” I turned around slowly to face him. “Seriously.”

  “Seriously what?” He demanded.

  He looked just as irked as I felt. In truth, he didn't want to get stuck here with me at all.

  “This is all your fault. My Mother is going to murder me.” I told him.

  “Too bad. You were the one who didn't want to face the jocks.”

  “You were the one who wanted to meet me at this time!”

  “You were the one who wanted to know more about your Father.”

  “You were the one who got me into this mess!”

  “Well,” Thomas' face drew closer, his eyes black with disgust. “You were the one who started the game.”

  I couldn't say anything to that. With my face burning, I spun around and yanked at the door again. This is as equal as living in hell. I needed to get out.

  “It's no use,” Thomas broke off into splutters of coughs.

  Oh no, did I get stuck with a flu bug too? I can't be that unlucky, can I?

  “Are you alright?” He did look rather pale.

  “Obviously not.” He shot back, his face all scrunched up as he trudged over to one of the shelves.

  Dumping his bag on the floor, he sat down and leaned back against the shelve, pinching the bridge of his nose with his two fingers.

  “We're just going to sit here?” I demanded.

  “What do you propose we do? Zap our way out?” He said sarcastically.

  I growled in annoyance and kicked the door. Stupid, stupid lock! Throwing my bag onto the floor, I plopped down, resting my back against the cold metal.

  “Don't you have a phone?” I asked him.

  Mine was out of battery.

  “No power left.” He said, his eyes still closed.

  I sighed and rested my head back, hating my life now. Mother was going to slice me into pieces when I got back tomorrow. She would shred me and blend my guts into watermelon juice.

  “What did you even want to tell me in the first place?” I asked tiredly.

  Thomas sneezed and held out the envelope.

  Oh sure, infect me with your germs. I rolled my eyes and got up reluctantly, snatching the envelope from his hand. Carefully, I opened it.

  A photograph dropped out of it. It was a group of teenagers, no older than I now. There were three boys, and four girls.

  One of them looked a lot like Thomas; Charles. He had the same flirtatious grin, the salt and pepper hair, and that cocky smirk I had grown familiar with. Near him was a woman; Thomas' Mother. I didn't know her name, but she was inching as far away from Charles as possible. She didn't look much different, with those startling blue eyes. Their relationship wouldn't have developed then, I guess. Beside Charles was a good-looking man, with Wes' hair and eyes. Aunt Jodie stood behind him, her arms round his waist. I never really saw Wes' father, for he was always working. But he was a good enough father, for mine was never around. Anyway, beside them was Mother! Gosh, she did not tell me she was that pretty when she was younger. Her chestnut locks were even glossier(was that even possible?) and her eyes radiated happiness. Beside her was another girl with short black curls and light brown eyes. The guy behind was shadowed, possibly not even in the picture.