2). Stay Calm

I honestly didn't expect it, the warmth of his breath on my skin, his long beautiful fingers tightly latched onto my shirt and mouth. A muffle of a scream escaped my mouth as soon as he had put his left hand over my mouth, and his right arm and hand around my waist, allowing him to pull me back and into a room.

I look at my surroundings, the room is dim, but I'm able to see enough to be able to scan and make out some objects. There's several chairs with desks attached to them, a large green chalkboard, a wooden oak desk with books and pens and several drawers. I turn my attention to this guy who had, for no reason I might add, dragged me in here.

He's peering out the dark window in the sliding door to what I'm assuming is a classroom. He seems calm, but his heart is thundering, I don't know if he's afraid, excited, nervous or something else, it's too hard to tell. Footsteps are easily becoming louder from outside the room, I begin to struggle against his grip, but he seems to have a firm hold against me.

I begin to muffle speech as I continued to try and escape his forced embrace, yet it seems to make it tighter in order to force me to stop moving around so much.

I opened my mouth as much as I could before jabbing my teeth into his palms skin, but he doesn't react, instead he twists his hand to make me loose my grip and he pulls him and me away from the door, pulling me to the far corner of the room. He removes his hands from where they were and places them on my shoulder, pushes me to the ground and straddles me. I let out a yelp of discomfort when he covers my mouth again and hovers near my ear, beginning to whisper, "Shut the fuck up unless you want to have a problem with the teachers and an annoying hall monitor."

He gives me a small grin as I try to move in protest, trying to break free of him, though I immediately froze solid when the door to the dark classroom slides open slowly.

"Akiro, if you're in here, get here immediately." Came a loud, strong and stern voice. He doesn't move, pressing his body against mine with an aura of displeasure and evil. I shift slightly, yet I stopped as soon as the person's gaze moved over to the spot we were in.

It's like this for a good few minutes before the person steps back and moves the door to it's latch and locks it.

Terror and realisation strikes me and the air is taken from my lungs, I sit there under him without moving, I'm scared, no, I'm not scared. I'm terrified. I don't know this person, he doesn't know me, or does he? How did he know they were coming? How did he know I was coming down the hall? I have so many questions that it's making me dizzy and feel nauseous.

After a few more minutes of questions in my mind and trying to stop the nausea building up, I feel his weight lift up and look up to see him standing. He lets out a heavy sigh, groaning in annoyance as he wonders over to the door, peers out the window and tries to open it. He failed. I soon feel brave enough to stumble up, using a row of drawers at the back to help me up and keep my balance.

"It's not seriously locked, is it?" I mumble, beginning to shiver.

"It is." he doesn't even look at me, how rude.

"How great." I sigh, moving over slowly as I have to hop in order to see out the door window. How wonderful it is to be a short ass 4'9 boy, compared to Akiro, I assume is his name, who appears to be 5'11, possibly 6'0.

"Isn't it? Two strangers, alone in a room." A shiver goes down my spine, so I back up and narrow my eyes up at him.

"Why are you saying it like that?" I ask, noticing a smirk beginning to curve his lips.

"No reason, no reason at all." He simply says, leaning against the wall with one foot on it as he takes out a cigarette and lighter, obviously lighting the damn stick of cancer. I have a sudden urge to smack it out of his hand, but don't bother and turn on my heels, moving back to the corner he straddled me at. If we were locked in here all night, it was going to be cold as fuck, so I needed to come up with a plan of a sort.