Chapter Two.
An hour in hell later.
A whole hour had passed in this death hole, and it was honestly the worst ever.
First of all, Dan sat in the corner and wouldn't even glance at me. Maybe because I outsmarted him, or maybe he realized how awesome I was and couldn't be faced with the fact. That usually happened with many people.
Second of all, I had to pee. Even though I didn't drink a sip of anything. I just had a walnut sized bladder, which sucked a lot. I was even contemplating of peeing in that empty water bottle. I shivered remembering how cold it was when Daniel poured it on me.
And thirdly, I was hungry, even though I ate the granola bar in a matter of 10 seconds. Which probably isn't good for my health, but I was hungry! Actually, I was just bored. And when I was at home, all nice and comfy wrapped in my blankets, bored out of my mind, I would eat food. Which probably explained the little puginess I had going on.
"Will you stop pacing around? You're making me nauseous."
I stopped pacing around for a second, and stared at him.
"If you have more food than I'll stop." I said, smirking slightly. I put my foot in front of me, about to take another step, and Daniel glared at me, almost daring me to take another step. Well, I never turn down a dare, so I took another step, carefully placing my right foot in front of me, watching his strong face.
He gave me a menacing glare, again, but that didn't stop me from pacing back and forth and sighing loudly. I continued walking back and forth, trying to walk in a straight line, one foot in front of the other. And I began slapping my thighs with my hands, making as much noise as I could.
"Ugh," I groaned. "What to dooooo...." I trailed off, glancing at the only other person in this death cube with me.
“Why were you so scared anyways?” Daniel asked me nonchalantly. I looked down at him questioningly.
When I explained my fear to people, they would ask if I would rather die than be stuck in an elevator, and I chose death. Don't ask why, it just always seemed scary and something that I would never want to happen to me.
Shockingly however, the experience that I thought would kill me is actually not that bad. I get to have a break from everything, which I was dying for. But sleeping didn't give me enough breaks, and honestly, being stuck in here was what I needed.
It would just be a lot more fulfilling if I had my damn phone. I had left it in my room because I knew I was going to be with my family, and they all had their cell phones.
I was scared, but not as much as I thought. Maybe because it was nice being with someone who didn’t sympathize me, and pity me. Someone who didn’t know about my condition or the things I have been through. Someone who didn't look at me in a different way with pity in their eyes.
“Uh... who would honestly want to be stuck in an elevator willingly? No one.”
“I would. Especially if I was with a pretty girl.”
I looked at Daniel in shock. The stranger who sat against the wall. The man I didn’t know anything about, except for the fact that something had to wrong with him, or someone he loved, because he was in the hospital.
My face was burning scarlett from the subtle compliment. As I tried brushing it off, it became obvious that he was watching my every move.
Dan was staring straight at me, his green eyes piercing into my boring brown ones, with almost no shame, and took in my appearance. Why is he doing that, you may be asking. But the answer to the question is that I have no idea.
"You're pretty hot, I can think of a lot of things we could do to pass the time..." He said, winking at me and then smirking, waiting for my reaction.
My awkward blush came back but this time it was easier to shove down because of my comeback.
"Oh, yeah, like me seducing you into giving me food, right?"
Now it was my turn to smirk and for him to glare.
***
"You know what I miss?" I asked Daniel, who was just closing his eyes, shockingly not plugged in to his wires and listening to that gangster music of his.
"Your non-existent boyfriend?" Daniel sassily said, smirking to himself as if it was the best joke in the whole world.
"Well, besides him," I played along, making Daniel chuckle.
“Well, what else do you miss? Fresh air, good food, eye candy to look at, things to do, people to see, food?” Daniel ticked off everything with his fingers, looking up at the ceiling in longing.
"Well, besides living about 2 minutes from Mcdonald's," I began, thinking about how yummy a McChicken sandwich would be in my mouth right about now. I quickly shook that foodgasmic thought out of my head.
"I miss the ocean." I blurted out the stupid confession I had. Daniel looked at me curiously, devoting all of his attention towards me. "I miss swimming so much. Did you know that I was a competitive swimmer for one point in my life?" I rhetorically asked him, but of course he shook his head. Rolling my eyes I continued, "Well, that dream is long gone."
"Why is it long gone?"
I winced, realizing my mistake. I had gotten so use to speaking freely since everyone at home knew about my condition, but Daniel doesn't know about it. And I didn't want to tell him about it. I hated when people looked at me with pity in their eyes.
"Uhm, my sister just hated how I spent so much time at the pool," I quickly said, the lie coming out easily, but it was a stupid lie. Me and my sister barely even spoke, and even when we did, it would turn into some big fight that usually ended up in a little family feud that would last a few days.
"Well, when we get out of here, I'll take you to the pool, you can show me a few tricks."
I looked at him with shock, but that was quickly replaced with a bright smile on my face. I squealed and reached over to give him a huge hug, which he awkwardly returned, obviously not ready for the random, off guard hug.
"Thank you!" I squealed a bit more and let go of him, but I didn't want to.
Oh shit. Bad Sky. He doesn't smell good at all, okay? Just repeat that in your head. But he did smell good, actually, he smelt better than good. Why do all attractive boys have to smell so perfect? Ugly boys smelt good too but c'mon.
I was looking way too far into this.
***
"What's your favorite color?"
"Red."
"Okay, me too, now you ask me a question." I said to him, moving my hands in a circular way. I wasn't even Italian, but I talked with my hands almost always. It adds affect.
For the past half an hour, I got tired of pacing and sat on the elevator floor. I was bored out of my mind, and all Dan did was sit there and listen to music. I killed his hope by saying that his battery would die soon, and he flipped me the bird, but unplugged his ears nonetheless.
Daniel wasn't very fun. He kept ignoring me when I tried to start a silly game with him, or he would look at me like I was a mentally stupid seal. He only chose to talk to me if he had something to say, or he wanted to voice an idea.
I was also cold. Elevators were either steaming hot with people’s body heat or freezing cold. It was the middle of August so I was guessing they were blasting the air conditioning. This thin flannel did nothing but cover up my white shirt and black bra from the pervert in front of me.
I walked over to him, and sat down, crossing my legs into a criss cross, my hands tapping the floor. I was a tapper, who constantly felt the need to tap and make noise. Yep, I was that guy.
"Ugh, uhm, how old are you?"
"I'm 17, but I'm turning 18 on September 30th." I say with a smile on my face. I couldn't wait to be 18. It was almost a month away, and I couldn't wait. Freedom was calling my name. Along with the many tattoos I wanted.
I would be free from everything, and I would finally be able to do what I needed to do, what I wanted to do. As sad as it sounded, I've been waiting my whole life to turn 18. It was the only way I would be able to live my life, and do what I wanted.
People say not to wait till you're 18 to be happy, but I couldn't help but think about all the freedom I would have, and how everything would be alright. But, I was always going to need someone by my side. Because of my stupid condition.
"Hah. You're pretty young." Daniel mused.
"How old are you then?" I narrow my eyes at him. I am not young, but I'm not very old either. 18 is practically the perfect age.
"I'm 19, so if did do it one day, I'd probably get arrested since you're underage." He says, with a (you guessed it!) smirk on his face.
“That would never ever happen, so you don’t have to worry about dropping the soup ever.”
He gasped in a childish manner and put his hand to his chest, making me chuckle.
"How tall are you?" I suddenly ask. He seemed pretty tall, but compared to others, he seemed a bit short, because he was pretty bulky with muscles. He ran a hand through his blonde hair, making his muscles flex, and he sighed.
"I'm-"
All of a sudden, the elevator started shaking.
"Mother f! We're gonna die!" I start screaming, panicked. Covering my arms around my eyes to block out anything scary, I pressed my back against the wall, refusing to move.
These kinds of things always happened in scary movies, and then the girl from the grudge would pop out of nowhere and eat your brains or something. I didn't want to get my brains eaten!
The lights began flickering and it was a scene taken out of a horror movie. The whole elevator box was shaking back and forth, and I felt like puking. This freaked me out than being locked in. The darkness surrounded me, and the lights abruptly stopped flickering, along with the shaking of the elevator.
Then, right when I thought it was okay to take my hands off my face, the lights stopped flickering and completely turned off, leaving us in completely black darkness.
“Shit...” Daniel groaned from somewhere in this elevator.
The air was practically thick from the blackness. You could literally confuse closing your eyes and opening them because the blacknesses were the same.
You would think that this would only happen if there was a hurricane brewing outside or some other natural disaster, not just from an elevator locking two people inside. There was absolutely no reason for this bitch ass skank ass hoe of an elevator to malfunction like this!
I was not a big potty mouth, but I didn’t stop myself from letting a huge string of bad words that my mother would not be proud of me saying. Swearing was naughty. But, I had a sailor's mouth when met with a bad situation. Sue me.
I jumped and knocked right into someone, the only other person in this death trap.
His arms wrapped around my waist and he held me as I started crying. You can't blame me for crying, this was scary. This was my worse fear. It was okay when nothing was happening, when it was still and silent, but now in this darkness, and this shaky elevator, it was 300 times more scary.
There was a constant creaking too, which didn’t help anything. It sounded like a boat that was about to concave into itself or something. Or huge gusts of wind hitting a house, making the house rattle a big. All in all, it was not a fun experience.
Anyways, he held me there, and told me it was okay, but I was too scared. So, I kept my head buried in his chest as he hugged me.
I was shaking violently, like I was in the middle of a snow blizzard, my mind was in a frenzy. But they were slowly easing as I shut my eyes tightly closed, not letting anything in.
This wasn't so bad...
"Can we have sex now?”
I spoke too soon.
***
Picture: Skylar is going to be played as Dianna Agron! She is so freaking perfect. Thoughts on my selection? :p
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