I flipped on my stomach. Jake turned around so fast he fell too, but on top of me! We heard the door handle jiggle. The door opened. My heart stopped.
Micheal walked in and looked at us.
"Oh um sorry. I w-won't tell anybody." He closed the door. I heard the lock.
Jake looked at me all red faced and I did the same. He threw himself off of me and slid to the door. I moved towards his bed. We both just sat there on the floor. I kept my head down.
Jake stood up.
"Well, what do you need?" I showed him the picture I took. He looked all over.
"That is a nice picture of bird." What was he talking about. I zoomed in on the boys face.
"What are you trying to show me?"
"The boy. The one that has been following me."
"There's nothing there." I explained everything to him.
The door handle moved. Jake looked up. The door handle kept moving. It shouldn't take Michael this long to open the door. Jake looked back at me. I mouthed not to open it. He nodded. He got on all fours and crawled away from the door. Jake pointed to the bathroom door. We both crawled to the bathroom. We both stood up. I lock the door. After that we could hear the door open.
I started to freak out. I was breathing heavier. Jake walk behind me. I felt his hand cover my mouth. We could hear the foot steps moving around the room. The foot steps got closer and closer to the bathroom door. Jake dug his nails into my skin. I wasn't thinking about the pain. I was thinking about if I was going to live or not.
We heard the foot steps out of the door. The door handle shook. Jake squeezed me even tighter. The door handle stopped. I looked at Jake and he looked at me. His grip got lighter. Then he let go of me. I walked over to the door. I felt his hand on my shoulder. I slowly opened the door. That was one of the stupidest things I have ever done. I looked around the room. No one is there.
Jake came up behind me.
"I can take you back to your room if you want me to."
"Sure, thanks." I'm glad he brought it up. After all that happened today, I don't want to be by myself.
I got back to my room and said bye to Jake. Arthour came to mind. What was he doing. I gave him a text. He replied. What does he mean he's busy. I grabbed the closest thing. A paperweight. Perfect! I went upstairs to the high school floor. I walked around shaking door handles. One was opened. I peeked in. I was lucky. It was his room. It was hard to see around. Someone was in his room with him. Some girl was in his room with him. I threw his door open.
"Who is she?!" He had the biggest eyes in the world and so did the girl.
"How did you even find my room?" He asked.
"That doesn't matter. Who. Is. She!"
"One, that's rude coming in my boyfriend's room. And two who are you?"
That was it. I couldn't take it anymore. I threw the paperweight right at the girl's face. Blood, running from her forehead.
"What the FUCK!" she screamed.
"Sophie what are you doing?!" I turned my head jagged like.
"No one can have you but me." The giggles I had turned into some crazy laugh. Launching across the room, I gabbed the paperweight off the floor and started to smash her face in. Arthour came up behind me. Grabbing me by my arms, stopping me from hitting her ugly face. He got quite.
"Hey um Sophie. Do you want to do something for me?" I could feel my heart pounding. Arthour... wants me to do s-something for... him. I stopped.
"Yes anything."
"Here put my flannel." I felt honored. I did what I was told.
It was really, really big on me. He told me to cross my arms around my body.
"Now hold still." I could here a giggle. He took both of the sleeves and tied them behind me. I couldn't move my arms. It was like a straitjacket. I struggled to move my arms. Arthour walked over to the girl.
"No, get away from me. If you're going to have ex's coming to your room smashing my head in, I can't be your girlfriend. She got up. She grabbed to the shirt next to her and pressed it to her head. She walked out the door. I got his flannel off me and let it drop to the floor.
"Great, just great." he sat on his bed and his hands on his face with his elbows supporting on his legs.
"I know right. I have you all to myself." I gave him a big smile.
He got up standing there looking at the floor. He started mumbling.
"What was that?" I kept the smile on my face. He launch towards me. He had both of my wrist in his hands.
"Who are you?" I could hear all the anger in his voice. He pinned me against the wall.
"Look I'm not playing your games. Who. Are. You." I looked into his eyes. They were screaming at me.
I didn't say anything.
"Say something dammit!" He squeezed my wrist tighter than before.
"A-Arthour you're hurting me." I mumbled.
He took his hands of my wrist slowly. I rubbed my wrist.
"Why are you in my room?"
"You said you were busy and I didn't like that." I looked at the floor. I felt his finger under my chin. I lifted my head. My eyes were in sync with his. All of the sudden I felt slap me. The sting it left didn't do much to shock me. I remembered the paperweight. I looked around for it. Where did it go?
"Looking for this?" Arthour said with a smile. The paperweight was in his hand. I went after it. He lifted his arm so I couldn't get it. I stopped jumping for it and crossed my arms. Why was he so tall? I felt his arm wrap around my whole body. I wiggled around.
"There is no use trying to break free. You're to weak." I saw his hand move close to my face. So close I bit his finger.
