Chemistry (G/t)

Chapter Three

             When morning came, I hoped that it was all a dream. But still I was in the cell, waiting. The hours passed by and soon my time had came. Jason and another guard dragged me out. They had tied my hands together behind my back, and walked me out of the tribe house. I didn't speak to anyone that watched me past, mainly because they avoided my gaze. They felt bad, I knew they did. But they couldn't go against our tribe leader.
          A humongous black sweatshirt was where Christopher said it would be. Jason and the other guard made sure to avoid the teacher who was finally there, and threw me down by the sweatshirt. Then they taped my mouth, obviously thinking I'd try to get help. So I laid their, the fear from the night before being reawakened inside me.
         I stayed there for a while before I heard Christopher walk in.

        "Hey, Mr.Boltz." He said casually. "Just game to grab my sweatshirt I forgot." I heard him come closer to where I was.

      "Christopher, before you go, I want to talk to you." His teacher's voice said.

      "Yes, sir." Christopher said. His footsteps finally arrived, and he looked down at me as he bent down. Then he gasped with a jolt at the sight of me looking like a hostage.

     "What?" His teacher asked.

     "U-um. Nothing, sir. Just a spider." Christopher lied. He carefully move me to he center of his sweatshirt and folded it over me with a crack for air. He then lifted the bundle of sweatshirt. I could see him approaching the teacher, the man's blue eyes looked at him. He set the sweatshirt onto the desk next to him as he seemed to brace for whatever his teacher had to say.

     "I'm sure you know what I have to say." His teacher said calmly.

    "My grades?" Christopher said hopefulness in his tone. Mr.Boltz chuckled.

   "Nice try." He said with a smile. "You know very well it's about you and this whole borrower phase." Christopher's face reddened.

   "Of course." He said quietly.

   "I know you're a bright kid, Chris. But this nonsense about borrowers is just nonsense. I don't think it was right for Zachary to say what he did, but you asking me if I believe in borrowers led to it." His teacher sounded sympathetic, and seemed to be trying his best not to seem harsh. A silence occurred before he spoke again. "How's life at home? I know your dad left, but how are you and your mom?" He asked.

     "Fine." Christopher responded. His voice gave away that he was lying.

    "Chris, I'm here if you need to talk to someone, alright?" His teacher said with care in his voice. "I know what it's like to be a teenager. Especially when a parent walks out on you. So if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here."

   "Thank you, sir..." Chris said quietly as he picked up his sweatshirt.

  "But seriously, you have to let this whole borrowe thing go." His teacher added. "I know it'll be hard, but you can do it."

   "I know. Have a good night, sir." Christopher told him before quickly leaving. He walked for awhile, me beginning to sweat in the bundle of cloth. I heard a door open, and then noises from outside. He unfolded the blanket and revealed me. He didn't say anything, just looked at me with fascination. I however looked at him, realizing how much bigger he was in person.
          He then reached a house, walked past a woman sleeping on a couch with empty bottles around her, and shut his door. I pondered who the woman was, but obviously I couldn't ask. Christopher had thrown his backpack down, making a loud thud, and carefully lifted me off his sweatshirt. He then sat on his bed with a pair of scissors, as well as a pair of tweezers.
         I tensed up as he carefully turned me around, and I felt the scissors touch my back. Then I heard the snip, but felt nothing. Except my hands returning to my sides with cut rope on them. He had cut my bindings. I wanted to say thank you, but all I could down was turn back around and look at him with my eyes open and my chest raising and falling as I regained the fear I had just seconds ago.
           He still didn't speak as he took the tweezers and began to inch them towards my face. I backed away, nearly falling off his hand. He had lifted his fingers, making me fall on my butt with my back against them. I winced as the metallic pincers came and touched my cheek. Then he finally spoke.

      "This will hurt a bit." He said. I didn't want to know what he meant. Then he pinched my cheek and quickly pull to the right. I let out a yelp, thinking he ripped flesh. But all he did was rip the tape off. Quick and...Mostly painless too. He put the two tools in the table next to him, and looked back down at me. "Better?" He asked.

      "Y-yes. Thank you." I managed to say in a shaky voice. He tilted his head.

    "Hey...You're the girl that made the deal aren't you?" He asked. I nodded, but didn't speak. He looked at me with soft green eyes and gently stroked my head. "What is your name?"

   "M-Mollie." I replied.

  "My name is Christopher. But you could call me Chris if that's what you prefer." He told me.

   "I-I know. I've seen you before." I admitted.

  "How?" He asked curiously.

   "I've w-watched your c-chemistry class." Was all I replied with.

   "Oh, so you've seen how Zach is then?" Chris said bitterly. He took a deep breath and sighed. "So why were you all tied up like a hostage?"

   "M-my tribe leader b-banished me because I've watched your class." I couldn't stop stuttering as I sat in the boy's hand.

   "Jeez, talk about harshness." He said. "Well, at least I get something out of this." He seemed to have a devilish grin when he said that. I let my eyes widen as he did.

   "W-what would that be?" I asked. He stroked my hair again.

   "I have gotten a great new pet." He said. "But I won't be a mean master, though." He looked down at me mischievously.

   "B-but I am not a p-pet. I am a p-person." I said confidently, still stuttering.

  "Oh, and how are you going to stop me?" He asked. He picked me up, making me yelp. "You're only three inches. I could crush you with little effort." He said darkly. I felt my heart pound against my chest, making my ears go down.

   "W-why are you being l-like this?" I asked.

   "Being like what? I am bigger than you. And you have no choice but to make me happy."

   "B-But you said you'd treat the whichever borrower we chose fairly!" I blurted out. He just smiled. I noticed a small metal birdcage sitting on his desk, completely cleaned. Then turned back to him.

   "People lie. It's how the world works, Mollie." He said. Then he stood up and walked over to the desk. He put me in the cage, and shut it. "And survival of the fittest. Another way that the world works." He smirked and walked away. Leaving me in this cage. I hugged my knees to my chest with my tail wrapped around them. My ears went down and tears fell. I don't wish to be a pet. That is what would happen if borrowers were found. That is why we all hide. But then I remembered the reason why I am here. If I didn't stay, my whole tribe and the whole borrower race would be sent to gods only know. Experiments, pet shops, slave-markets, who knows.
            This boy wants me as a pet. But he acted as if he wanted me just for the fact that I was his lifelong fantasy. He was one of many people who wanted borrowers to be real. And now that he got his wish, he made one his pet. I hug my knees tighter thinking of how he would be. What would become of me?