In love with a Lolita

Chapter 4 - I am not a robot

In love with a Lolita

~ Chapter 4 – I am not a robot ~

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“Hey where did she go?” said a breathless teen, I looked from the corner of the door and I realised I would be surrounded if I didn’t move.

“Shit” I cursed, what great timing. I was drenched in slush and I was wearing a white lace top that was already stained.

“Come on I think she ran away” laughed another teen, I clenched my fists it was because they were four against one or else I would have had a chance.

I watched them walk away, it never ended I see. I didn’t see the boys and I felt cold already the slush was too cold for my liking. At least back home I was ok with warm slush this was bitter cold, like my feelings. After last night’s ordeal I wasn’t so sure of what to do anymore pack up and leave or actually do something.

I felt like I was stuck inside a box with no way out. But I got a grip and realised that the only way to survive is actually following these rules for now. I couldn’t afford to run away in fact that’s all I’ve been doing lately around here. I’ve been running away from my brothers, my own mother and of course those girls who had nothing better to do than torture me. And let’s not forget the stupid janitor.

This reminded me as my body slid down the stupid door, out of breath I needed to pay him a visit. In order to shut him up and I couldn’t afford to lose his help. There will be conditions and I needed him, although I have no idea why he wanted me to help him but I will do it. The mention of him and my heart starts to beat erratically, was I afraid of him? This feeling burning inside me I felt queasy and I had no choice but get to him now. I saw the girls have left and I sighed a sign of relief, and rushed out.

I walked towards the janitors place; I had no choice but to agree. As much as I hated this I had no option. I gulped and knocked at his door, the last thing I wanted to show him was my worried face. There was no noise, I put my ears towards the door and heard nothing. I wondered if he was here or not. And that’s when I felt myself hit something warm I flung my arms and felt my hands connects to skin as I scrambled away from the touch.

“Did you get a good feel?” I heard the teasing tone and I nearly blushed, I looked up at him and saw he was in jeans that hugged his hips and a bare chest.

“Is that what I touched?” I cringed, hoping my voice showed the embarrassment I felt deep inside. I looked at my hand and his chest and travelled all the way to his face which showed off the grin that I hated, but actually couldn’t stop looking at.

“Don’t look like that it makes me feel less of a man” he said mock pouting, I had no time for these games even if I wanted to strip him naked and tie him to the bedpost. Hold on why I was thinking that, I startled myself at the idea of doing it. “What’s with that look, jeez way to make me feel like a man Elsa” he said with a slight nervous smile I pushed him aside and walked in not turning around.

“Put a shirt on” I said I grabbed the nearest one and threw it at him as I turned around, it fell on his face and he pulled it over his arms, I watched in awe my stomach was going crazy at the sight. It was no harm in taking a peek I thought.

“So why do I have the pleasure of your presence?” He said as he looked at me, I sat down and stared at him, he too took a seat opposite me straddling the chair as he looked at me. His chin rested nicely on his arms, which looked good enough to eat. I needed to snap out of it what was wrong with me?

“I accept” I replied he looked momentarily shocked

“What changed your mind?” He said narrowing his eyes; I wasn’t telling him anything else so I looked at him coldly.