Trapped

4

"It's lunch time now." I say.

Shawn hasn't let go of me since I got here. I tried to protest once and get out of his hold but he wouldn't let me. I felt if I left his embrace he'd do something... Clueless. I'm not sure what but I am, aware of his temper. So after that I didn't struggle. I let him hug me in silence. Surprisingly the silence wasn't awkward considering how uncomfortable I feel hugging him right now.

"Okay. At lunch will you sit with me?"

"What's wrong with you today?" I laugh, his arms still wrapped around me.

"Nothing. I just have no friends here I don't like sitting alone at lunch."

"I'm a friend?"

"Well you're not an enemy. I've punched nearly every kid here none of them want to sit with me."

"Why did you punch them?" The thought makes me laugh but I try and push it to the back of my mind.

"I have a temper." He answers.

"I know." I chuckle. "That still doesn't answer my question though."

"I don't know. I was angry at everything. I punched this one kid first it fuelled me to hit another. After that if anyone pissed me off or even looked at me funny I hit them."

"You can't just go around hitting everyone."

"I haven't hit everyone. I haven't hit any of the girls." He hugs me tighter.

"Then why won't they sit with you?"

"The only girls here are workers and volunteers scared I'll hit them."

"I'm not scared you'll hit me."

"You're not?" He pulls away and looks at me with a smirk.

"No. I mean if you hit a girl you're a dickhead right." I shrug trying to lighten the mood.

"Well, I have quite a title around here. You should be scared."

"Right, right. Just add me to the list of people that won't sit with you." I try and joke but when I do his face just falls.

"C'mon. Let's get to the main hall I want to pick a good seat for us before anyone else." I say and his cheesy smile returns.

I don't know what the hell just happened there. I don't know why he was so upset about me being late... I'm so sure it was something else. Chloe gave me some papers about Shawn that at the time, seemed useless to me because all I had to do was take him to lunch and dinner, so I didn't bother. But I'll have to get another copy when I have a spare moment today.

When we get down into the main hall it's full. Everyone looks at Shawn in worry as he walks in. His orange jumpsuit unbuttoned stopping just by his waist revelling his white T-shirt and his prominent collar bones. Everyone watches as his heavy boots hits the floor. They watch but don't look directly at him. He gets in the line to get his food and everyone avoids him.

"I'm going to get us a seat." I tell him.

"Okay. Do you want me to get you anything?"

"No, I'm alright." I laugh. Why is he being so nice to me?

I sit down at watch him in the line, his eyes never leaving mine. For reassurance probably. He's acting strange today and I'm not good with all this touchy stuff to go along with it but I'd say I'm doing a pretty good job so far.

He's feared around here. I can tell by the way no one is even within 5 feet of him. Every time he moves one step forward in the line everyone else takes three steps, the people behind him not even moving at all. He doesn't seem to care. Or he's just over it. He doesn't seem to enjoy it though either. I feel as if he thinks if he pays attention it will upset him.