Lock-In

Sixteen

That's what their sleeping position changed to^^^

I don't know how, but I woke up after Alec. Usually, I wake up at 4:30. But I guess since I went to sleep really late, my body decided to sleep in.

Anyway, when I woke up, our sleeping position had changed. I was on top of Alec, in some strange way I was straddling him, with my head resting on his chest. One of his hands was still holding mine. 

Alec was looking at me, with something in his eyes. Whatever it is, I'm not sure. His brown hair was resting on his forehead and some strands fell in front of his eyes and a small smile rested upon his face. I wish I could look that magnificent in the morning. I probably look like a drag queen. But me being a buzzkill ruined the moment.

I sat up and looked down at Alec while rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, "When did we fall asleep in this position?"

"You weren't keeping me warm enough, so I moved you," he shrugs and then smirk, "I like this position,"

It took me minute before I realized what he was talking about. My eyes widened when I did realize what he was talking about. My...part was sitting directly on top of his. Gross.

Quickly, I basically threw myself off of the bench and away from Alec, who only laughed. I wish I had a beautiful laugh...

"What time is it?" I asked leaning against the cool lockers.

"Six in the morning," Alec replies with a shrug after checking my phone. His died last night while mine still has over thirty percent.

"And no one came?" 

"Nope," he replied popping the 'p'. I groaned and shrank against the wall.

"We're gonna die," 

"No we're not. Your exaggerating," he grinned.

"No. It usually takes a person three days to die of dehydration. So unless there's a water fountain nearby," I inform him.

"There are sinks near the bathroom," Alec points to the bathroom portion of the locker room.

"There's urinals over there. You think I'm going to drink water that came anywhere near those things, then your crazy," 

He raises his hands, "Then you die of dehydration,"

+{}+

"Why did Nevaeh ask me to come running after you?" Alec asks breaking the silence, thankfully. It's been ten minutes of silence, and I personally hate silence. 

"I don't know," I sighed honestly.

"Do you think they set this up?" 

"No. Something happened, that if it didn't, maybe Nevaeh would never have gotten you," I reply honestly.

"What happened?" he questions. He's trying hard to reach out to me, but I'm not letting him. What if he's like Zac? The question I've been asking ever since.

Tell him.

A voice rings in my head. The voice sounds awfully like my sister's, but I ignore it. I walk back to the door and try to open, and fail like I knew I would. 

One thing I didn't count on, was the door opening and slamming on my face. Knocking me unconscious.