Title: Lockdown
Author: Sissa
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Feedback: Yes, please?
Summary: Our girls are locked in a bathroom together. What happens?
This is just a two-shot. I'm gonna post a first part now. Hope you enjoy and leave me some feedback, pwease.
Thanks to my beta-reader Amanda. She's the best.
Lockdown
"Spence, hurry up!"
I glance up from my unfinished breakfast at Glen, my older brother.
"Imma comin'," I mumble with a full mouth.
"What?"
"I said I'm coming," I say for the second time after I finally swallow the pancakes my great Dad made for me. "Thanks Dad." I kiss him on the cheek and run after Glen who's already left, along with my other brother Clay.
Yup, I'm the youngest. That's why I can't even finish my breakfast. It sucks, I know.
We arrive to the King High, our lovely high school, just in time. Pftt, I don't understand why Glen is still pissed at me. We are on time, aren't we?
"I swear Spencer, that was the last time we're going to wait for you," he hisses on our way in from parking lot.
"Yeah, yeah, you say that all the time." I frown and wave at Chelsea, Clay's girlfriend and my best friend, who's walking towards us.
"Are you guys fighting again?" she chuckles as she joins us, intertwining fingers with my brother. The good brother, by the way. The brother I don't argue with.
"Nah, he's just overreacting, as always," I reply, watching his face redden from anger. "Aww, Glen is mad." I give him a sly grin.
"Spencer," my good brother Clay finally speaks, "be nice to your brother."
"Okay, okay," I snort, but before I can stop myself, I manage to mutter under my breath, "It's not my fault he's such a chicken."
"What?!"
Oops, somebody heard me.
Before he can do something he would regret later, I take Chelsea's hand and drag her away from them. She manages to send Clay an air kiss before she finally turns around and starts walking next to me.
"I really hate him sometimes," I mumble, not really caring if she hears me.
"It's your brother, Spence. You love him." She winks at me.
I immediately stop moving, my arms crossing my chest. "I do not."
She smirks. "You know you do."
I want to reply, but before I can, I'm falling on my ass, a loud scream coming from my throat. "Owww!"
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you," A girl's voice sounds in my ears.
"Geez, Spence, are you okay?" Chelsea immediately comes running, helping me stand up.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I reply when I'm finally standing on my own feet. I look at the person who made me fall on my butt.
"I'm really sorry," she says again, her pretty face all red.
"It's okay. Ashley, right?" I ask and she nods.
She questioningly raises her perfect eyebrow. "Yeah, how do you know?"
I let out a light chuckle. "We have English together."
"Yeah, right," she says and I see sadness flash across her eyes. "I gotta go, see you around." With that, she walks away, leaving us behind.
I turn to Chelsea. "Did you see that?"
"What?"
"Nothing, forget it," I reply, and try to forget the sadness I saw in those deep brown eyes.
It doesn't help, though.
I have the whole first period think about that girl, especially those eyes of hers, staring at me so intensely while I was talking to her. The truth is, I don't know her just because we have English together. The truth is that I know her because she intrigues me. She's one of these kids who doesn't talk to anybody, doesn't care about anybody, and is always with her iPod in her ears, not registering the whole world around her.
Or is it just her?
Honestly, I don't really know; I've never paid attention to them. She's the only one. She's a mystery to me. And I've always liked mysteries, especially mysteries with such beautiful brown eyes.
After my first class I'm supposed to meet Chelsea, but before that, I go to the bathroom, checking myself in the mirror.
What? I want to look good.
Not that I have anyone to look good for, since I broke up with my boyfriend a month ago. That bastard cheated on me with the head cheerleader, Madison, that bitch. My friends were always telling me he was not a good guy, but I was blind. I mean, he's the basketball player, the most popular boy in school and he wanted me, Spencer Carlin, the ordinary girl next door. Hello? He was all I ever wanted. Until he decided to cheat on me.
Fucking bastard.
But I'm over him now. Really, I am. The name Aiden Dennison doesn't exist for me anymore.
However, the name Ashley Davies really intrigues me.
Speaking of her…
"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know you were in here," she says apologetically as she walks into the bathroom.
I give her a warm smile. "It's okay, the bathroom isn't just for me."
Is she afraid of me?
"Yeah…uh…I'm just gonna…uh…wash my hands," she stutters, making her way towards me and I grin, thinking her stuttering is adorable.
Or maybe it's her who's adorable?
I'm watching her as she's washing her hands and I see the uneasiness screaming from her body.
She is afraid of me.
I have to find out more about this girl.
"So Ashley…" I start, looking at her. She lifts up her head to meet my eyes, questioningly staring at me.
"Yeah?"
Right. And what now?
I don't have a chance to continue, though, because suddenly a school alarm starts beeping and we both look at each other before Ashley runs toward the door, peeks out, and then quickly shuts the door, locking it.
"What's going on?!" I shout at her, even though through that loud beeping she wouldn't hear me anyway.
"Lockdown!" she shouts back.
"What?"
"All students must remain in their classrooms. Teachers, immediately report your headcounts to the office. We are under lockdown until further notice," a voice spreads across the whole school.
Lockdown? What the hell is going on?
"What is lockdown?" I ask her after the beeping finally stops and the silence spread across the bathroom.
"They lock up the place until the cops try to figure out what went down," she replies and sits down on the floor, sighing heavily.
Great. I'm stuck in a bathroom during school.
Correction. I'm stuck in a bathroom with Ashley Davies, a mystery girl.
This is gonna be fun.
