Chapter Four
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"Can I tell you something? Tori?"
I looked down at the concrete ground and frowned. "Sure."
"You're an innocent girl."
I averted my gaze from the ground and glared at him, seeing him look over at me and shake his head.
"That's not a bad thing. You're the first girl I've met who's not trying to jump me without even knowing a damn thing about me."
"What?" I frowned, letting my guard down.
"I hate how all the girls are trying to get with me and they don't even know me... they're only into me for the looks and I hate it. Sometimes I wish I wasn't so good looking..."
"But isn't it a dream to have all the girls gushing over you?"
"No, it's a nightmare. You may think it's a dream to be drop dead gorgeous but it's not."
"Oh." I said, disappointed. I always thought it would be a paradise being hot but having someone who is hot say it's a nightmare makes me rethink myself.
"And another thing, you're the first girl who actually listens to what I say. The others literally go deaf when I say something to them that doesn't involve s*x or making out."
"Wow..."
"Look, I'm sorry I'm ranting to you about what's bothering me, I just can't talk to my friends about it because they will-" I cut him off.
"No! It's fine, there's really nothing else to do... and like you said, I'm the only person who will listen..." I trailed off, looking at him.
"Thank you." He randomly said.
"For what?"
"For letting me tell you things that not even my best friends know."
"Yeah, Whatever." I stated, looking away from him.
I didn't want him to think we were gonna become anything more than enemies. We are enemies and it is gonna stay that way, even if my best friend locks me down in a Cellar with him.
I heard him sigh and plop back into a laying position on the mattress. Probably knowing why I'm acting this way towards him all the sudden.
"I get it, you're still pissed off at me but you can't let that get in the way of us trying to survive. The nights are gonna get cold, Tori. You need to stop being so angry at me while we're down here then when we get out you can be pissed at me all you want, Okay?"
"No." I shook my head, not daring to look up at him.
"Fine."
After that we were in silence, letting me have some time to think to myself.
Maybe I'm overreacting about this whole situation...
No, I can't be. I'm not overreacting about this, he's the one who thought it was a great idea to push me into a skunk.
He embarrassed the living hell out of me and I stunk for weeks, people laughed at me and nobody would even stand within ten feet of me.
My life was living hell and I've always hated him since that day.
I clenched my eyes shut then reopened them, glancing over at the window that shown me whether it was day or night.
Right now, it's dark and it's starting to get colder. Jason was right, the nights are gonna be cold.
I laid down on the concrete and curled into a ball, shivering from the cold wind that blew in here.
I'm strong and I won't let myself give in to him.
I repeatedly told myself that and slowly drifted off into sleep.
******
"Get up, nobody should still be sleeping at this time."
I opened my eyes and saw Jason standing above me, looking down at me. I groaned and rolled over, covering my eyes from him.
"Go away, I need my sleep." I mumbled.
Last night I kept waking up at random times all because I was cold and uncomfortable, I probably only gotten a total of two hours of sleep.
"You had your sleep, it's time to go looking for an escape now." He said and at that sentence my eyes flew open and I removed my arm from my face.
I quickly stood up and wasted no time on running to the walls of the cellar and looking for an emergency escape.
There has to be one down here somewhere.
I kept searching so fast until I felt something slice my hand, causing me to yelp and pull my hand back to examine it.
"Are you alright? What happened?" Jason asked from somewhere around me, making me look over to my side and see him crouched down.
"Your hand..." he said slowly, taking it and looking it over.
I was about to say something but decided against it, watching him rip a clean piece of his shirt off and wrap it around the cut.
I winced and he froze, looking at me with worry. "Is it too tight?"
I looked down at my bloody hand and shook my head, watching him continue to wrap it until it was done.
"There, that should keep the bacteria out until we find a way to escape." He grinned, staring at me.
I couldn't help but give him a slight smile back, staring into his hypnotizing electrical blue orbs.
We continued to stare at each other until I quickly spoke up before something happened.
"Thank you... for helping me."
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