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Chapter 9: Janitor's Closet
CPOV:
The twelve hour plane ride was officially over and Zack hadn't spoken to me once. Not once! It was twelve hours! I tried everything! I even did several really stupid things (which I will not ever mention again) just so he could make a smart-ass comment.
But did he?
No. He didn't. All he did was listen to his iPod and ignore me.
Did I do anything wrong? Did I look bad? Did I smell bad or something? I really had no idea what was going up there in his head. I had to talk to him. I really couldn't take it… I really didn't see what was going on! At the moment, I didn't care about whether guys liked being asked what's wrong. At the moment, I really did need to know for several reasons; the most important one being that when you're a spy, it's really not good knowing if something was wrong when you could be in great danger.
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We exited the plane soon after it had officially landed. Zach proceeded, wordlessly, towards baggage claim. But I wasn't going to let him proceed. Instead, I made sure no one was behind me and waited for just the right moment. Right as we were passing by a Janitor's closet, I grabbed him and pulled him in. If he was paying attention to me and wasn't lost in his thoughts, he probably could have stopped me. BUT he didn't see that coming, so I used that to my advantage.
I closed the door to the closet, and quickly locked it from the inside using a trick Bex had showed me (it only required the use of ONE bobby pin!). Luckily for me, there were two chairs in there. I sat him down in one. I quickly snatched his iPod from his ears, and stuffed it into my jeans pocket.
He looked at me oddly for a second. Then he just turned his head and looked in the other direction.
Alright. So he wasn't going to initiate conversation? Alright then. I will.
"Zach. You've gotta talk to me. Is there something going on?"
Silence.
"Zach?"
Silence.
"What's wrong with you?"
Silence. Slowly, I was starting to lose my patience.
"Zach seriously. You can tell me anything. I don't judge."
Silence. Now I had really lost it.
"ZACH! WILL YOU JUST TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU ALREADY? IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME? IS THERE? IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOU? IS THERE SOMETHING I SHOULD KNOW? WILL YOU JUST SAY….SOMETHING!!!????"
Silence.
Alright. I had one other tactic hidden up my sleeve.
I angrily sat down in the other chair and waited for a few seconds (3.2 exactly). Then. When he was least expecting it (I hope so) I reached out and reached out for his face and turned it towards me. With that, I leaned in and kissed him with almost all I had in me, which may I say, wasn't much.
At first, he was hesitant. But after a few seconds, he got really into it (as did I) and we just sat there in a janitor's closet for about 4 minutes. Then, suddenly, towards the end he started getting hesitant again and pulled away.
I looked at him oddly, but he avoided my gaze. Angrily, he pulled out a scrap of paper and quickly scribbled something on it.
I tried one last time. "Zach… what is it?"
He finally looked at me and gave me a quick and angry reply, "Cam…. I gggotta stop. Jjjust go to this address and don't do ANYTHING until I call you. I will… but I know you don't want to see me. Sssso.. I'll leave and then tell you what to do next. I'm sorry Cam… I didn't mean it really… bbbut I…I….I'll miss you…"
The thought trailed off as he swiftly got out of the chair and quickly unlocked the door and ran out.
I was left alone in a janitors closet, with two chairs, a lot of unanswered questions, a scrap of paper and without the boy I loved.
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