Panic Room

Shut up Bitch.

The sundial still lay in the centre of the room, the light shining onto it. Chris sat watching the light, he didn't know how it worked but just by watching it he hoped to see the light move just to show that time had passed, however slow. He had to admit being stuck in a room with Stephanie McMahon was the hardest thing he had ever done. In the three nearly four hours they had spent together, they had hardly spoke at first Chris was glad of this as past experiences of her screeching voice was enough to drive anyone insane but in some way he missed it, when you are stuck in a room with nothing to entertain you, talking seems to be the only outlet for any kind of brain stimulation and he seriously considered talking to Stephanie, who sat across the room from him.

Stephanie looked Chris up and down, her head didn't move very far as he was sitting down, but she analysised his clothes and figure. He was wearing a normal pair of sneakers, Nike Air Max, to his credit or not so depending your point of view Stephanie predicted he was quite into fashion and designer labels, which was probably the only thing they had in common or may be just the fact they both have a lot of money and buy good quality clothes with it.

He also fitted leather trousers, which fitted snugly but not to snugly if you know what I mean, Stephanie forced herself no to look in that direction, naturally she was a woman and Chris was a very good looking guy, well endowed and all but any sign that she actually 'admired' him in that way would signifying almost total humiliation so when looking at him, she sneered and smirked as possible so not to give anything away.

On his top, he wore an ice-hockey shirt, very baggy but white, so in some places see-through. She wasn't into ice hockey so she had no idea what team, but they were all the same to her, it didn't really matter what team they were, they just skated and hit each other with sticks.

Around his neck, he wore a sliver cross chain, she didn't suspect him as being religious but it didn't really match the rest of his outfit so it definitely wasn't for fashion reasons, puzzling over his chain made her realise how bored she really was.

As she stared at him, Chris caught her eye and surprisingly smiled back at her though she doubted it was a nice smile, just to smile to make her feel embarrassed at she had been looking at him.

She quickly turned her attentions to the sundial before scrawling the chalk over the floor next to her, careful not to catch his eye again.

She so likes me, thought Chris, there was no doubt that she had been checking me out,

Chris didn't see himself as being cocky, it was so obvious, he knew it before they even came in here, the way she looked at him, the way she blushed when he came close to her, sooner or later she would snap and be at his mercy. For a moment Chris imagined her on the floor, begging him to be with her…maybe she would be naked…no that was going to far, thought Chris shaking his head out of the fantasy.

He looked over at Stephanie again and wondered whether he should ask her what the time was on the sundial, but in his mind it sounded too forced, too almost desperate, as if he really wanted to talk to her. But he did, he did want to talk to her but he didn't want to make it sound as if he really wanted too, it had to be relaxed, almost uninterested, maybe if he insulted her…

"So how did you learn how to make the sundial?" Chris asked, quietly, staring at the floor.

Stephanie didn't look up at him either, it was difficult to tell what she was thinking she was her aim in the first place, she didn't want Chris to think she was excited by his question.

"I learnt it in Physics, at high school." She said coldly. "Though I don't suppose you would know, being a high school dropout." She snapped back.

That was completely unnecessary, thought Chris and although he wanted to let it just go by, he was incensed by the idea of Steph getting the first word.

"Hey, the only reason you got straight A's is because you slept with all the teachers, though I guess you weren't good enough for straight A*'s!" smirked Chris, proud of his comments, he had finally got Stephanie's attention as she sat up and stared angrily at him.

"Jackass."

"Whore."

"Living Has Been!" Stephanie snarled.

"Oooo, I'm so hurt." Chris laughed.

"Shut up Bitch."

"Slut."

The two continued to insult each other back and forth, each not wanting the other to get the last insult.

"Tramp."

"Asshole."

"You know what, I'd rather drink burning acid, then be stuck another minute here with you." Said Chris.

"Go on then, what you waiting for."

"Er, do you see any acid around here?"

"Well I don't you just quit, be better for both of us."

"No, you quit, you're a failure here, not me, if you haven't forgotten I'm the Undisputed Champion." Chris boasted.

"Fluke Champion."

"Your just jealous, the closest your get to gold is your fake earrings."

"And the closest your get to a girl, is your mother!"

For the first time in several minutes, there was silence as Chris and Stephanie said at each other angrily from their sides of the room. If looks could kill, they would both be dead and neither showed any sign of weakening until Chris finally stepped back and relaxed a little, leaning his back against the wall.

"Whatever." Chris said.

"Ha Ha, you lost."

"Lost what?"

"You couldn't think of an insult so you just said 'Whatever'." Smiled Stephanie.

"Hey, there aren't another insults under the sun to describe you."

"Well I won anyway."

"Please, you can't win over me, the fleas on my dog are higher up than you." Chris sneered.

"Go to hell."

"Not if your there."

There was silence again and this time they were silent for so long, they wouldn't be able to recover the conversation, it had past and unless they started a new one, which Stephanie highly doubted would happen, they were condemned to sit once more in silence.

Stephanie went over to look at the sundial. 4.30, they had been here 4 and ½ hours, time seemed to have stopped for it felt like they had been here for days, the room was like a different world, cut-off from the outside world, hours and minutes had a new meaning and it would take some time to get use too.

But I suppose, one good thing had come out of the last hour, they had their first conversation and however brutal it was, it could only mean a step forward.

Couldn't it?

To be Continued….