The British Boy Stole my Notebook

"Micheal!" I screamed. He grabbed the thick book off my desk and ran down the stairs, I quickly bolted after him.

Once in the main floor, Micheal running into my dads office and shutting the frosted glass doors behind him. The click of the lock soon after followed. "Give it back!" I yelled stupidly trying to turn the door handle and obviously not getting in.

"I swear to god Micheal if you do ANYTHING to that book I'm going to slit your throat!" I watched his silhouette moving through the room before it parked in front of the desk on the far wall. He had put something on the desk and was now tampering with it.

"Give it back! Please!" As I finished my plea he unlocked and opened the doors. I ran into the room immediately starting to tear apart the desk looking for my notebook. Finding nothing I turned around and saw Micheal leaning against the doorframe holding one of my dads old messenger bags under his arm. "Where's my book?" I asked trying to be calm.

He patted the bag.

"Give it back!" I reached for the bag and he swiftly held it over his head out of my reach.

"You'll get it back Baby."

I got up into his face. Well, into his chest and looking up to his face. His face was a good 10 inches above mine.

"Give it back." I said slower this time.

"No." he said putting the bag behind his back

"Micheal. I need to study." I walked behind him in an attempt to grab the bag. He turned foiling my plan.

"You can miss one night of studying, love. Besides you'll get it back after. Now come on let's go! Grab your keys." He a began to walk to the door.

"Micheal, no!" I protested following him. I grabbed his wrist trying to pull him back. He shook me off.

"Don't grab me. Now come on let's go."

"No!"

"Come on! Live a little."

"No."

"Just one hour."

I looked at him. "Just an hour? Then I'll get my book back?"

He nodded. "On the Queens life."

I went to the kitchen and grabbed my keys off the hook before going back to the door. "Let's go. One hour starting now."