Wickedness Of A Child (Emison)

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"Maybe you should get out of here so no one finds out that we've been sharing the same toilet? My instinct tells me that I'd give us both nothing but big trouble.'' I suggested after Alison and I had been in here for almost ten minutes. Surprisingly none of us made intention of leaving, but It'd be for the best if one of us left. Not that I don't enjoy her company, but because of the possible consequences.

''You're right.'' Alison agreed and pushed her weight off the wall. She went up to the door and tried to open it. ''Uh-oh.'' I rolled my eyes because I knew exactly what she'd say next. ''I can't open it.''

''Are you being serious?'' I got up from the toilet lid and tried, without succeeding. ''Well. Thankfully none of us are suffering from claustrophobia.'' I said to ease the tension.

''Speak for yourself.'' Alison muttered behind me and sank down where I used to sit.

''In that case we might have a small problem.'' I pointed out and ran a hand through my hair. I could feel the frustration of not knowing what to do appear. Honestly I'd feel a little calmer if I were alone in here. Now I have someone else to care for as well.

I kicked the door and groaned loudly until a crack at it's bottom appeared. Maybe I'm also suffering from claustrophobia, since I'm feeling the anger boiling at the thought of being locked in here.

I was about to start hitting the door, when a pair of cold hands was put over mine and I could no longer focus on the anger. Alison used the strength in her hands to lower mine and then quickly stepped in between me and the door.

''Destroying that door won't make any difference, it'll just force one of us to pay for it later.'' Alison calmly said and lead me to the toilet lid and literally pushed me down on it. ''You'll do better if you stop using your hands as a solution to problems.''

''What?'' I said completely out of breath. I could've sworn I heard her say something completely inappropriate. She doesn't even know me, so what gives her the right to comment on how I choose to handle my problems?

''I'm sure someone will come and fix this for us soon. But panicking and becoming physical isn't the solution.'' Alison replied. That was not the answer I was looking for. She ignored it on purpose.

''Answer me, Alison.'' I harshly told her and felt how my knuckles hugged the armrests tightly. This goddamn anger.. again.

Alison tilted her head in my direction and sighed. ''What should I answer then? You don't think people talk at this place? I heard the seniors talk about you when they had lunch the other day, and let's just say I got to know a thing or two.''

''Wow.'' I scoffed and just shook my head in disbelief. ''This school is just becoming better and better. Everyday I learn new things about this place and somehow people are very quick to judge once they get the chance to. You, and everyone else at this school, have no right to talk about me at all!''

Alison just stared blankly at me and twirled her finger around a strand of her blonde hair. ''I must admit that you are different. There aren't many students here that have had the ability to make a name for themselves after a week. It's impressive.''

I heard the sarcasm in her voice. It was so clear that this woman didn't gave a single fuck about me, and why would she? We don't know each other. But I thought she was different than the rest of the people at this school.

''Oh I can make more than just a name for myself if you don't shut your mouth.'' I hissed and got up from the lid and stood in front of her.

''This is a free country. I'm speaking if I want to.'' Alison's eyes burned into mine. Her eyes got a little brighter when she got mad.

''I really hope someone is coming here and fixing this fucking door soon or else I'm going to do something I'll regret.'' I warned in a whisper and pressed my palms against the wall on each side of her.

''Like what? Hit me?'' Alison mocked and unfolded her arms. They fell to her sides and as I looked down I noticed her chest raising and falling vigorously. All of a sudden her hand reached over to me and grasped the end of my uniform jacket.

I stared at her face and felt my breathing increase the longer I looked at her. She pushed me off my limits. ''Worse.'' I whispered and glanced between her eyes and lips. She stared right back and I'm sure a minute passed by without any of us breaking the eye-contact.

Alison gulped once she realized how close we actually were to each other. After awhile I felt the anger slowly letting go and I could finally breathe properly again. I adjusted the gap between us back to the moral distance and cleared my throat.

''I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me.'' I said and backed away from her until the wall on the other side of the bathroom was against my back. ''I would never injure you, I just don't know how to control my anger sometimes.''

Alison's face softened and she slowly walked across the floor and got up on her toes to give me a soft kiss on the cheek. Now I were the one to become nervous. Her lips being in contact with my skin did send shivers down my spine and unfortunately the feeling ended in the only body part I didn't want should be detected at a moment like this.

I roughly pressed myself up against the wall as the sight of her cleavage was too much for me right now. Fuck..they weren't small either. God, I'll sure end up in hell for thinking about this.

Just as Alison stepped away from me, the door to the toilet opened from the outside. Luckily enough it was one of the other blondes from the canteen.

''There you are, Alison. What took you so long?'' The other blonde asked.

''Just a problem with the door.'' Alison innocently replied and stepped out in the light, sending me a simple wink as she left and closed the door. I hurried up and locked it again.

I don't care if I get stuck in here again. Right now I have to be alone because of more than one reason.

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I think we all breathe for these two and this chapter was very much emison.

I'm not a nice person, so we'll leave the kisses (and more) for later. ;)