please imagine me!

chapter 7

I entered Christy's kitchen, with the intention of invading of it once again. I prepared a couple of sandwiches for him and took along an apple, obviously. I added a can of coke and a kitchen knife. I carried the same food for him for a week now and much to my dismay, he wasn't irritated. Putting all the stuff in a brown paper bag, I rushed out as the roaring of the car engine sounded nearer. I've been avoiding Christy for over 4 days now.

Caleb was more than happy to see me. He got up and waved at me "hey". The usually gentle Caleb, he was still processing that I kidnapped him. At least that's what I believe. He could never do his part, he's supposed to be scared, angry, and frustrated. who was honoring him with a Nobel prize for waving at me, eating the food happily, or giving his simply adorable smile, all the time. oh! I shouldn't be thinking this way. There was a fair chance of him being hell-bent to melt me off so i'd let him go. However, he is adorable. ugh! There wasn't any time of dumb teen romance. "what's for food?" he asked while I removed the knife and apple to slice it up for him.

"same old, same old", I replied with a smirk that was supposed to aggravate him.

a quick tip: it was the sweet, handsome, gentleman, Caleb we're talking about. he took out one of the paper plates from the brown bag that i pushed inside the cell-like structure, and placed his sandwich on it. "so when're you lettin' me out?" he said as he finished the first part. I'd already sliced up the apple. I am sure that I would win an apple-cutting competition if one were to be held. "After i start getting on your nerves, real bad" I replied

"you should start working on it then" 

"I am working on it" he scoffed. "what?" I asked furiously. he chuckled and took a big bite. "I-uh- give you the same bad food every day, you're locked up in there and whatever I give to you apart from that is just bitterness." I said in one long breath.

"My turn" he said, "you get me food at the right time everyday, you stole a whole water-tanker thing for me and your" he raised his arms in the air and bent the index and middle finger of each of his hands "bitterness is funny" he looked me in the eye and i looked back until i scoffed and looked away. "and cute" I found myself stupidly blushing at that though I know that I shouldn't. it was as clear as polished glass, that he was trying to get under my skin and I had to shake him off before he got any deeper. I put down the knife on the chair I was sitting on and put the plate inside the cell. "I thought I made awful meals" I mumbled as I shoved the knife into my backpack. "its what my mother made all the time" wait, are you kidding me? "you have a mother?" I questioned, trying to come down from the peaks of surprise I was standing on.

"I said that? looks like you'll have to lemme out for answers"

"I'd rather torture you in there, for the rest of your life"

"did I tell you that you needed classes for that"

"oh yeah? I'll youtube some"

"aw, did I hurt you?" he said, teasing me.

"why does it seem like you're the kidnapper?"

"I know right! you're the one facing stolkhome syndrome"

"I'm the damn kidnapper and you're a powerless victim, remember?" I snapped.

"well, maybe its just reversed stolkhome" he pushed the plates to the outside and went to fetch some water while I picked them up. "see there, you're cleaning for me. let me out and I'll teach you to torture." he said with that smirk of his own. ugh! he was just trying to create some sexual tension between us with those little smirks but he would fail devastatingly. i threw the can of coke at him and said, "that for later, found it lying around christy's and these clothes. I don't have anymore oversized ones so fit yourself in it"

"you're a terribly bad kidnapper and oh! terribly cute when you're pouty" I shook my head in annoyance. "ain't working, stop," I said, curling my lips into a little expression that I thought was savage. "aw-" I refused to give him a chance and said, "shut it, Cal"

"aw,  you just called me 'cal'" 

"and did I tell you that you sound disgusting when you 'aw' me?" I didn't wait for it and left the place, climbing the cemented stairs which were now muddy due to my frequent trips. I had a submission to complete but I now knew that I was nothing more than a name in the register for the school. I walked to christy's place and and watched some netflix as they were both out for Christmas shopping. I was gonna miss hating Christmas at stella's as Ms. Batter wanted everything in place. Things were gonna change this year, I could move like hot steam and mess everything which had even a little thing to do with Ms. Batter. I was slightly surprised at my mischevious thoughts. I wanted to live every moment before I'd die and take caleb down with me.

it was almost nine so I made Caleb his usual dinner and rushed to the cellar. I huddled down the staircase saying, "hey I lost track of time but you deserved it lat..." I slowed down as I did not find him in his usual spot. I took out the knife as I stepped closer to the cellar. I put down the bag in which I got new clothes for him and slowly put the paper bag which had food, too. "oh noo!" I exclaimed as I noticed that I wasn't holding the same knife, the one I got everyday had a 'watermark' craved on it. I must have left it here and maybe even near the cell. I turned,examining the room and another 'oh no' escaped my mouth as I saw caleb holding the knife, "dropped it when you were trying to shove it in your backpack" he said. I let him get my guard down, nooo!

He came forward and stretched his hand out to give me the knife back. I foolishly stretched mine over to take it and he grabbed me. He pulled me closer, my back facing his front and his forearm clutching my neck. "you're a terrible bad kinapper" he whispered in my ear.

"and terribly cute?" I said and easily failed to seduce him. He held me tighter as I tried to push him away and the knife slightly touched my skin which sent chills through my spine.