Imaginary Boyfriend

Chapter 16: Agreement

"Let me out of here this instant!"

                   You might be thinking of what possible situation I could be in that I would say those words, and there are lots of possibilites. All of them include me being locked up and shouting for at the person who locked me up to let me out of there this instant.

                   I was in Craig's closet.

                   It was long story of how I ended up there. A very long story. But to summarise, Craig hadn't been doing any work and got tired of me nagging so shoved me in a closet. It's embarrassing to think that a ten-year-old had the strength to push me in a closet.

                   "Let me out!" I repeated, pounding angrily on the wooden door. 

                   "I don't think I will," replied Craig in the same sickly sweet voice he used with his father earlier on. It just made me even more irritated.

                   "Your dad will hear me shouting!" I screamed. I wiped the sweat off my forehead, it was beginning to get really hot in there. The darkness surrounded me and I swallowed nervously, hating how trapped I was feeling.

                   "Yeah right," I heard him call back.

                   My breath hitched. "Please!" I called desperately. "I don't like it in here!"

                   "Well of course you don't," he replied in a duh voice. "But that's too bad."

                   "I'm serious," I said, my voice wavering. "Please!"

                   I had never been in good spaces, ever since I was a child.

                   "I'm tired of your voice-"

                   "PLEASE, CRAIG!" I yelled. I was surprised Rhys did not coming charging up the stairs to see what all the noise was about - I was pretty darn loud.

                   There was a short silence before Craig spoke. "Miss Ganatra... are you okay?"

                   "Of course I'm not okay," I said shrilly. "I'm locked in a closet and I can't breathe!"

                   The door swung open at once and Craig looked at me, eyes wide. I jumped out, gasping as fresh air entered my lungs. I was getting colder again.

                   "M-Miss..."

                   I ignored him and started to collect my things. The books were sprawled across the floor and I bent down to pick them up, irritated that the pages were creased.

                   "Where are you going?"

                   "Home," I said in a clipped voice.

                   "Listen, it was only a joke-"

                   "I'm not your tutor anymore," I cut in angrily, slinging my bag over my shoulder and dodging past him. 

                   "Wait!" 

                   "What?" I snapped.

                   "I need help on my English," he responded weakly, scratching the back of his neck and looking anywhere but me, "so... don't go."

                   It wasn't an apology, but I was amazed. Craig had always been nothing but spiteful to me since we first met. He's a teacher's worst nightmare.

                   I remember our first lesson together. He seemed like the perfect little boy, he was so polite and smart. He was my favourite for about half a lesson. Then, I don't know how, but he managed to glue me to my chair. 

                   I hated him after that.

                   "What you did was not funny," I said sharply, "but... I'm willing to let it go." His eyes lit up. "But," I continued, "you have to do the work properly. Understood?"

                   "Yeah," he said gratefully.

                   I didn't hate him so much after that.

**

                   "How was it?" asked Sam as I entered the apartment.

                   I flung my bag onto the table and plopped down onto the sofa next to him. "Not as bad as I expected."

                   "Really?" he asked, surprised. "I thought the guy was a creep who had a weird crush on you."

                   I grinned at Sam's pyjamas. Thankfully, they weren't Doctor Who ones, but they had cute little bunny rabbits on them.

                   "Oh, the father was kind of persistent," I responded, "but I got on good terms with Craig, the student."

                   "How?" asked Sam suspiciously, and I explained. When I was done, he was biting back a smile. "That little kid locked you up?" he said, sniggering. "Seriously, Kat?"

                   "It's not funny!" I growled, slapping his arm. He winced but continued laughing.

                   "You are so cute," he replied, grinning. My cheeks flamed at his words but thankfully, he didn't notice. "Right, it's late. I'm off to bed, Kat. See you in the morning."

                   "Aw!" I whined, pointing to the clock. "It's only ten! You don't even have school tomorrow!"

                   "Okay," he said, tapping his chin thoughtfully, "I'll stay up, if you watch a horror movie with me."

                   "Fine," I said boldly.

                   "Alright," he replied with a sly smile. "Paranormal Activity?"

                   I swallowed nervously. "O-okay."

                   He leaned in, kissed me on the cheek and then stood up to look at the DVD rack. I blinked at his gesture and touched the spot where his lips were just a second ago. 

                   Why the hell did my heartbeat just quicken?

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Lol, sorry this is late! :L Had a ton of homework!