Changed {Martin Garrix Fanfiction}

Chapter 18

Chapter Eighteen - The Three M's Together 

- Madeline's POV - 

I scooted off of Martin quickly, hearing the noise once more. He sat up, standing to his feet he rushed over to his shoes, slipping them on with ease. I was still sat on the bed, petrified and confused at to what to do. He put up a finger to his mouth as he slowly walked towards the door. He stood closely to it as if he was trying to listen to anything on the other side. 

"Hurry the fuck up man..." my eyes shot open as I heard talking. Martin glanced back at me, wide eyed as well. Suddenly, we heard a door slam. 

"What do we do?" I whispered, standing to my feet. His green eyes looked around furiously and they landed on a door. 

"Go in there," he said nodding towards it. I agreed quickly but then I realized he was still standing at the door. 

"What are you doing?" I asked, it coming off more harsh than I wanted it to. 

"Go in there, now," he said, just as harsh to me. I was not going to let him get caught. It seems like he has already been in enough trouble at this place. 

"Check in there," the voice seemed to be closer. Rolling my eyes, I stepped towards Martin, grabbing his hand. I pulled him with me into the little closet. I shut the door, feeling claustrophobic already. 

"Fuck," Martin groaned. "Are you nuts? I was -" he cut off by a door opening. It seemed as both of our breaths hitched as the voice started to talk. 

"What's going on in here?" One asked, a curious tone to their voice. Shit, I thought, they must see all of the stuff in the room. 

"Could be some stuff from last year they never cleaned," another answered nonchalantly. Feeling a need to hide even more, I backed myself against the wall gently. I could feel Martin's stare on me as I did so. From the such small area, my nostrils were quickly filled with his familiar scent.  

"Are you kidding me?" The other laughed back. "The only thing they cleaned out of here last year was bongs and coke," he continued. I felt Martin tense up in front of me. As I looked up at him to see if he has any expression on his face, his head was down, looking at his feet. 

"Let's go, this place is depressing me," the male voice replied in a disgusting tone. Soon after, the door outside had been shut, indicating they were gone. I exhaled in relief and I slumped my shoulders onto the wall. Martin looked up at me with fiery eyes. 

"And you're telling me I'm nuts," he narrowed his eyes at me. I knew he was trying to be serious, but the smile playing on his lips gave it away. 

"You would have been caught," I stated obviously, crossing my arms over my chest. He took a couple steps towards me, trapping me against the wall completely. His head lowered to be even with mine.