"I want to show you something."
"What?" What on earth is Ryan talking about?
"Just follow me, don't ask any questions until we get there."
We walk the same way that we did the day we disappeared from art class. We have 20 minutes before school starts so we can't be gone for too long at this mysterious place. Since the party Ryan and I have been more friendly. We sit together in art and he sometimes stands with my friends and I. Maybe he'll join our group.
We continue walking down the hallways of the school until we reach the same door that leads to the staircase we ran down just a few weeks ago.
"Wait, you're taking me back down there?" I question.
"Watch your step, there's still a small hole on the 15th step."
"Yeah, thanks for the warning this time."
I carefully descend down the stairs. watching for any wholes. Ryan walks in front of me, so at least if there is a hazard he will discover it first. Once we are safely at the bottom of the stairs we are faced with another door.
"After you, my lady." Ryan jokes, as he holds the door open for me.
"Thank you, kind sir" I kid back.
The room is dark and cold. Ryan switches the light switch, which make a bulb hanging from a string in the middle of the room flicker for a few moments, before completely turning on.
"Welcome to my crib." Ryan says, opening his arms wide.
I laugh at him as he spreads himself along a torn up sofa.
"Is this where you disappear to when I can't find you?" I question.
"Of course. I like it here. I can say or do whatever I like. It's completely private."
"Nothing's completely private here." I say quietly.
"Do you see any cameras?"he says, as if it's completely obvious that the government could forget to surveillance a room. "Trust me, nobody can hear or see us."
He must be kidding himself. It's impossible. That sort of thing just doesn't happen. The government works so hard to see everything, so much so that they have cameras strung up everywhere. Is he delusional? I swear this boy has something wrong with him. He's angry at me, then I'm his best friend and then he goes crazy.
"No," I say. "That's impossible. You must be trying to catch me out or something."
"I swear on my life that I am not some spy from the government trying to make you spill illegal information."
"How am I supposed to trust you with that sort of thing? I'm still trying to understand you. One minute you will be storming away from me and the next you're showing me your secret hideout as if you'd trust me with your life! Ryan, I just don't get it."
"What can I do to prove it then?" He says, sounding slightly annoyed.
He keeps walking towards me and I keep walking backwards, away from him. He's really starting to scare me again.
"See what I mean? Now you're angry again!"
"How about I tell you exactly what I'm thinking, will that help you?" He says gently. I nod. "About a minute ago I was frustrated with you because you didn't believe me and I didn't know how to fix that. Them I realized that you may never trust me like I have just trusted you by showing you this place, which made the frustration even worse."
"And what are you feeling now?" I ask, timidly.
"At this very moment? I am in regret."
"Regret of what?"
"Of this"
I am about to question him further when he presses me up against the wall I had backed up to and kissed me.
"I'm sorry." Ryan says, not sounding all that apologetic, before he races up the stairs leaving me standing in this hidden room alone. I swear to god, if I'd had a heart attack from that I probably wouldn't have been found for a few days. It would be all his fault. I definitely would come to haunt him.
Next time I see Ryan I am going to tell him exactly what I thought of that. I guess that means I'll have to work that out for myself first.
YOU ARE READING
The Rotation
Teen Fiction"And what are you feeling now?" I ask, timidly. "At this very moment? I am in regret." "Regret of what?" "Of this" Imagine if you could change who you are every four years. All of your mistakes and regrets would disappear, you were a new pers...
