The Enigma of Love

3

You could hear the man down the hallway, his shouts seemed to be growing closer to the room with the lockers. He was yelling, demanding to know where you were and for you to come out now.
He then entered the room with the twenty-something lockers, he paced around, scanning every single one. You could hear your heart beating in your ears and you feared he could too. You held your hand over your mouth in a futile attempt to hush your whimpers.
He quickly found your hiding place, his blue eyes peered through the slots in the locker at yours. You expected him to be violent, and force you out of the locker, but instead he stood back and politely asked you to step outside.
You didn't know if it was the intensity of his stare or the manner in which he asked, but you found yourself doing as he asked you and stepping out onto the concrete floor.
"Hitting an elderly woman is a despicable act, you should be ashamed of yourself."
You weren't
The man furrowed his brow and ran his hand over his shaven scalp.
"Your sweater, it's filthy.."
You looked down at your white sweater, he was right, there were patches of gray and black all over the front. It must have gotten dirty when you fell.
"Take it off, please."
"What? No!"
You definitely weren't going to take off your shirt in front of this guy, who knows what this pervert wants with you!
"Please, just take it off.."
He said this with a pained voice, as if it physically hurt him to look at your soiled clothes.
"Fine.. but you have to turn around, don't look at me."
"Whatever! Just take it off!"
You gestured with a twirl of your downward pointed index finger for him to turn around, he did.
You lifted your sweater over your head held it in one hand while using your other arm to cover your chest.
You held the sweater out to him for him to take, but he was still turned around.
"You can turn around now."
He turned around, but instead of taking the sweater out of your hand he just stared at you.
His eyes scanned your body, making you feel extremely uncomfortable and exposed. He started to move closer to you.
"Please just take the sweater!"
He seemed to snap out of the little trance he was in and noticed how uneasy you looked. He took the piece of clothing out of your hand and held it between his thumb and his pointer finger, as if it were some nasty dead thing.
He grabbed you by the arm and dragged you back to your room, scolding you the whole way there.
"If you ever try something like that again, I promise I will not be as tolerant as I was this time."
He turned and walked out the door, slamming and locking it behind him.