"Umm... I am NOT lying, I never lie! I mean, what reason do I have to lie? It's stupid! I mean, lying, and-" he rambled, but before he could finish, I cut him off.
"Your rambling, and now you've lied even more. I should warn you, I don't like lying. People who lie get on my bad side. You do NOT want to get on my bad side." I say menacingly, yet calmly. I've figured out that approach works better than yelling. If that doesn't work, I give a threat and stalk away. Of course, I never ACTUALLY carry out that threat, I get too easily guilty to be able to do that.
"Well, you see, i-i-i, ummm,..." the boy stutters, rubbing the back of his neck, a blush slowly creeping up into his cheeks.
"Spit it out already! I can't stand around all day you know!" I exclaim in an exasperated voice. He looks all around, as if making sure no one is there, which is kind of silly since it's the middle of first period. Just as i'm about to blow from lack of patience, he says,"Here, follow me." Before I can think of a good retort, he grabs my elbow and drags me into a nearby janitors closet.
Where in the WORLD did this closet come from?? Why did he bring me here? What is going to happen? Oh, and one more thing, my subconcience reminds me, right now we are technically DITCHING CLASS!! With that sudden realization, I snap out of my shock and pull my arm away, crossing them over my chest instead and popping out my hip in an act of cockiness.
"Why did you drag me into a janitors closet? There is absoulutly NOBODY in the hallway, and the cameras don't even work! The school just pretends it does to scare kids."
"There are no people, you are right on that point, but there are many things that would like to snoop on the conversation we are about to have that you don't know about, and probably won't believe me if I tell you," he said quietly, looking into my eyes with a soft, dysphoric look.
He has really pretty eyes... my stupid little invisible-person-inside-my-head remarks. I quickly shake my head, as if that will shake out the voice, or make it stop bothering me. What could those things be? Why does he have that expression? What is he going to tell me? Who is he?
"Hey, whats your name?" I ask out of the Blue, without even thinking. Abri, why do you have to say everything youre thinking? Why do you DO everything you think? Why can't you think it through for once?
He-who-is-not-named-yet smiles a little at my out burst and says,"Radames. But usually people call me Dameou."
That's an odd name. "Ok, so what does all this have to do with me?"
Radames looks around again, which was really starting to get on my nerves, by the way
"I have been assigned as your guardian. You ARE in a lot of danger, you know."
This hits me as a blow in the face. I blink, and step back. "For one, I can take care of myself. For two, Danger? You're kidding me, right? I got out of Oru's clutches, i've been super careful and only my parents know my full name, I can take care of myself, alright? I'm fine!" I exclaim, waving my hands around. Lucky I didn't knock something off of a shelf. Then I quickly clapped my hands over my mouth when I realize I said HIS name.
Radames chuckles softly, as if I was a little child begging to be left home alone cause I was responsible enough, and replied, "Ah yes, sweet child, you have much to learn." Chuckling again, he grabs my elbow and drags me down the hall, again.
Why would he call me sweet child when we are the same freaking age!
"Hey, where are we going!?" I yelp, stumbling behind him due to the fact that he has longer legs than me, enabling him to be able to walk faster.
"Some where you have only ever dreamed of."
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Strong Enough
أدب المراهقينA HUNT That's how Oru always saw it. He made it into a game of cat and mouse, and he made sure he was the cat who was hunting her. She hated being hunted by that guy. Always looking over her shoulder, always living in fear. She was claustrophobic no...
