Breaking The Ice

Stop Dropping Bombs Everywhere!

(A/N) As promised, chapter 8 updated!! Sorry for the long wait. I thought I lost all my stories because my mum's iPad apps couldn't open. Thank god it started working again! You guys are sooo amazing!! Do you think you can bring the reads up to 200? C'mon, it's worth a try! Btw if you guys haven't checked out my new stories Who Sprinkled The Fairy Dust? and 30 Places In 30 Days please do! Alright, on with the story! No pic or video this time :(

Chapter 8

'You can't take me away, my food!' I screamed as Daniel dragged me out of the cafeteria by my hand. 'My turkey sandwich will get lonely! I have to eat it! Nooooooooo!!!' My free hand was outstretched towards the half-eaten sandwich that laid on the table, getting further out of reach.

I know, I know, I made such a dramatic exit with the hottest boy in school dragging my butt out. You must be wondering, gee, how she managed to stay invisible? Well, I don't mean to be modest, but I had just decided to keep my talent a secret so as to save everyone's eardrums from bursting. But you don't separate me from my food, you just don't. I'd go berserk and murder you if you so much as lay a finger on it.

'Daniel, unhand me!' I screeched, the soles of my shoes burning against the ground as I struggled against his strong grip. He had already managed to get us to the empty hallway. 'Help! This sociopath is trying to kidnap me!' What was he planning on doing?! Murder me in cold-blooded silence and no one would know who the culprit was because there were no eye witnesses around? 'Psychotic murderer! Bloody hell!' By some miracle, I successfully yanked my hand out of his clutches and sprinted as far away from his as possible.

I may have caught him by surprise but I couldn't outrun him. I needed a place to hide. I saw the restroom sign and barged through the door. He wouldn't dare enter a girls' toilet, right? I mean he would need lots of guts for it. But to be on the safe side, I locked myself in a cubicle. Maybe if I stayed silent, he wouldn't suspect anyone to be in the toilet, then he'd go away.

Real nice.

I put the lid down on the toilet bowl before sitting down sceptically. School restrooms weren't exactly like the ones they have in five-star hotels. Look at that, there's freaking equations on the walls. Who could think of Maths when they're doing you-know-what anyway? The only kind of pi I could relate to were pies that were edible.

I whipped out my phone to play a game of Temple Run when the toilet door slammed open. I nearly dropped my phone in fright. Slow footsteps reverberated through the floor and I could almost imagine a symphony orchestra playing a suspenseful creepy piece of music in the background. That was not helpful at all! 'Come out, pumpkin. I just need to talk to you,' those words were enough to send chills down my spine, Daniel sounded more like a killer on the hunt for his new victim which unfortunately was me.

'She's not here,' I blurted out, unable to control myself. Oh no, I just blew my cover, how lovely. 'Dang it!' I muttered under my breath and I heard Daniel letting out a deep, rich chuckle.

Gosh, that sounded so-

Snap out of it!

I needed a weapon, and fast! He might be holding a knife in his hands, ready to stab me to death. I glanced around the room and all I found was a roll of tissue paper. Great, just what I needed to mummify the guy, because tissues were just that terrifying.

I screamed as the door swung open with such force it rocked the whole cubicle. 'Don't kill me!' I shrieked, throwing the roll of tissue which bounced off Daniel's head and landing on the floor with a soft thud.

Daniel growled, obviously pissed off. 'Quit playing games. Just come with me.' He said firmly, clamping his hand on my wrist again and dragging me out of the toilet forcefully.