| Hailey Pickett |

Ten minutes passed by but the guy didn't return.

The class was silent.

But the teacher was going restless each second.

And then he sighed softly, his eyes skimmed over the class until—

"Miss Pickett ,can you please fetch Mr Morgan and the book ?" Mr Jackson asked in an dry voice.

Morgan.

Ian.

Muderer!

I gasped inwardly.

Twenty minutes had passed since his departure. What the hell was he doing anyways?

Was he bunking?

I raised my hand in the air. Mr Jackson eyed me over the rim of his glasses.

"Yes?"

" Um sir can you ask Stella to—"

"Not now. Please do as I ask," he said with an air of annoyance.

I didn't move.

"If you'll kindly do what i suggested,  Miss Pickett. . . ."

My face grew hot .

Stella shrugged helplessly.

"He might've lost his way back .If you'll hurry . ." Mr Jackosn said sharply.

He was sending me after a guy,

Who may or may not be a murderer.

Feeling stuck and having no other choice. .

I stood up and walked to the front of the class, my feet dragging. I wanted to get over with this. Mr Jackson gave a small nod at the door .I glanced at the whole class one more time and with heavy heart i walked out.

I was feeling like i was about to walk up to my doom.

***

Five minutes had passed and i was still standing on the same spot .More like rooted on the same spot .My hand raised in mid air.

Should i?

I was in front of the storage closet but i just couldn't find the courage to open the damn door .My lips were getting dry and my breath was quickening.

Not a good sign.

I think i was about to crap my pants.

My hand flew to my forehead and i could feel the beads of sweat on it.

Crap.

I really was worrying myself to death.

Do it!

I nodded at no one.

He was just a. . .guy.

If he tried anything i would simply kick him in the nuts.

I grinned.

Yeah.That always worked with guys no matter how thick they're.

I checked my hair and wiped my forehead with the back of my hand.

"Okay. Be cool."

I took a deep breath and grabbed the handle of the door and pulled it back,stepping inside the closet .It was more like a room then a closet.

I heard rustling from somewhere in the corner.

"Thank God! I thought i was—," the deep voice trailed off and then."Shit! Don't let the door shut!"

I frowned ,my eyes darting everywhere but not finding the owner of the voice.

I glanced back at the door which was shutting behind me.

What was he talking about?

I wasn't ready for what happened next.

Not ready.

At all!

A hard body pinned me to the door that got shut just in time to catch my body or else i would've fallen. The back of my body pressed up against the door,the handle digging in my back. His hands were on either side of my waist,his palms flat on the door.

I forgot to breath.

His face was literally inches away from me. His breathing was hard. So hard that each breath was kissing my lips. The striking green  eyes looked surprised for a bit.

I kept staring at his eyes, mesmerized. Was such darkest shade of green even legal?

His jaw locked.

His lips parted.

"Breath."

That one word made something inside me snap.

"B-back off." I stammered feeling my face firing up.

He took a step back and gave a chilled look."Gladly."

My eyes wandered away from his pale face.

Anywhere but him.

Sunlight was streaming inside through a window which was so high that none of us could reach it. It was a small room which contained stacks of dusty old books lined on tables.

"You idiot!"

My eye narrowed at the boy."Pardon?"

He gave me his back and stretched up onto his tiptoes. I couldn't help noticing the way his muscles flexed under his shirt as he raised his long arms. His shirt raised up a little ,revealing his milky skin. He was muttering to himself. I gulped,my heart fluttering a little and i wondered. . I wondered if his skin really was as milky as it looked?

I jumped a little when he turned around at me and then ran his fingers in his thick black hair.

Did i mention that his hair looked sort of crispy? Like if you touched them,they would be really soft?

"You!" He took a step towards me with a deep scowl on his face.

"What?" I ask in the same tone .I wasn't going to show him that i felt intimidated by his presence.

"You locked the freakin' door!" He snapped, jabbing a finger in my face.

"Are you on drugs,dude?! What the hell are you babbling—"

"The door!" he snapped,pointing at it now with a long slender finger."It's handle is broken from inside,stupid! It won't open until your knight in shining armour shows up!" His voice grew loud with each word.

I folded my arms across my chest forcing myself not to claw his eyes out."Don't. Call. me. stupid." i warned.

He gave me a mocking smile his green eyes flashing "Okay then .I won't call you stupid, stupid."

I grinded my teeth and fisted my hands in my armpits.

He's not worth it.

He's not worth it.

He's not worth it.

I kept chanting this mantra inside my head. My heart was thudding inside my chest like it would battering its way out. I felt my whole blood rushing to my head.

I wasn't angry.

I was feeling murderous!

"Just my rotten luck." He muttered with himself and then started to pace the small distance between me and him , muttering incoherent stuff.

"Listen,we can—,"

"Shut up." he said in a calm voice to me still pacing .

What the hell did i ever do?!

My brows knotted together as my eyes followed the tall guy moving back and forth. I started to chew my lower lip worrying again.

He didn't even hear me.

***

Thirty minutes had passed and no one even bothered to check on us.

Not even Stella.

I was curled in a ball on the floor watching him pacing like a mad woman.

His face was so pale. Like the melting snow. Did he live under a rock?

"Don't think you can take advantage of me." I said in a serious voice. I wanted to sleep and i certainly didn't want to wake up naked.

He stilled, rising a brow glancing down at my curled figure.

"Yeah. That's right.I may look tiny but you've no idea about my inner strength." I said trying to make my voice strong and deep.

He scoffed."Don't worry. You not my type."

"I'm everyone's type."

"You sure aren't mine, babe."

"You sure aren't mine , babe." I mimicked his voice and he looked at me like I lost my marbles.

"Walking down the alley , talking to strange men and now this. . .," He shook his head like he was so done with me.

"Can i ask you something?" I asked in a sleepy voice.

"No."

Like his no mattered.

"Were you mugged that night?." I yawned heavily.

He stopped,his back to me like he was considering something."Shut up."

"Come on," i insisted," sharing is caring."

He turned around and green eyes zeroed in on me .My eyelids were drooping .His figure kept going in and out of my vision.

"Yes. Can you stop talking now?"

I smiled.

Finally, i managed to break the ice.

***