Lockdown

Chapter 11

Silence filled the bathroom as Zeke and I didn't made no move to speak. There really wasn't anything to talk about besides the fact that we were stuck in a smelly girl's bathroom. But, it could be worse. We could've been stuck in the men's room. 

I don't know how long we've been stuck in here. 30 minutes maybe? I'm not really sure. But l'm really bored and I want to get out of here. 

I glanced at Zeke through the corner of my eyes. He was staring straight ahead while his hand was placed on the shoulder that was wrapped in my shirt. "Does it hurt?" I asked him as I watched him clench his jaw. 

He shook his head but didn't say anything. Blood was starting to seep through the material as the wound started getting worse. I cringed at the expression that was displayed on his face. His eyebrows knitted together, his eyes closed tightly, and his lips were in a tight line as he clenched and unclenched his jaw. 

"The cops should get here soon. They need to hurry so that we could get you to the hospital before that gets infected." I said. 

He nodded but continued staying quiet. I felt really bad that this happened to him. He was trying to protect me which he absolutely didn't need to risk his life just to keep me alive. It makes my heart flutter knowing that the guy who hates my guts and argues with me all the time would actually try keeping me safe. That is just unbelievable. 

I scoot closer to Zeke, my arm lightly brushing against his. Shivers crawl up my spine, but I try to ignore it. I can't get this weird feeling towards someone I hate, right? I mean, just the situation we're in makes me feel like this and the thought of what he did earlier just makes me not hate him. He's just the same ol' Zeke Anderson. The Bad Boy of Seaside High. 

But a part of me knows that he's not as bad as he used to be because I've gotten to know him better and he's gotten to know me. 

Zeke's body tenses up as I slowly leaned against him. I don't know what the hell I'm doing, but I can't control my actions. He soon relaxed his muscles as he released a small sigh. His hand slowly inched towards mine and I sucked in a breath of air when his fingers interlaced with mine. Tingles surged through my arm as I felt the warmth radiate from his rough, yet soft hands which fit perfectly with mine. 

I don't understand how I feel about these feelings I've been getting when just this morning we were hating each other. 

But this simple gesture allows me to see a whole different side of Zeke Anderson. A side I never thought I would be able to experience. And what shocks me the most is that he is showing this act of kindness and affection towards me. 

I don't know if this is affecting him, but it sure is affecting me. And I don't even know if its good or bad. 

I stared down at our intertwined fingers. It's so weird how it seems like they belong together. If only he didn't fit the description of bad boy. If only we didn't hate each other. If only we weren't in this position. If he was someone else. Than maybe I would want to date him. 

But this is Zeke. 

And this isn't very good. We shouldn't be holding hands like a typical couple. Because newsflash, we aren't one. 

I was getting ready to pull my hand away, but his grip on it tightened. "Don't." His voice was an octave lower than it normally is. His voice was filled with plead and desperation. I never thought I would hear that coming from him. I nodded my head. "Okay." I whispered. 

I felt his gaze on me. I lifted my head up and saw him staring straight at me. Is that longing in his eyes? His browns orbs were soft, unlike any other time before this, and his plumped lips were slightly parted. I felt my cheeks start to heat up as the blood rushed to my cheeks. Thank God its dark in here.