Trapped

Theron’s Point of View

I texted my father, informing him that I won’t be coming to work today, because I have some important school activities that I cannot be exempted from.

I heard from the class president that I would be having library duty after school, and I ought to stay back with my partner—I was thrilled, no, beyond that, exhilarated.

My heart slammed so hard against my ribcage, so loud and fast that I feared the whole class might hear it, when I found out that my partner would be Eden.

Thorne’s little girlfriend.

The innocent little virgin that I want to taste.

And for the one hour of library duty, we were going to be completely alone; that was sixty minutes of privacy, three thousand six hundred seconds, and three million six hundred thousand milliseconds.

I could go on and on until I have reached the simplest unit of time, and that is how long I was going to be spending in the library with Eden, and anything could happen in the moment that I am alone with her.

Any.

Fucking.

Thing.

The bell to the end of the class rang, and I leaned back in my chair, enjoying the way a single muscle in her neck tightened and then softened, even her shoulders seemed tense; she knew, I could taste her fear from all the way here.

I don’t blame her for being worried, a rabbit would be worried too if it is kept with a wolf. That would probably be the longest hour of her life, and the shortest of mine.

The rest of the students began packing up their things as the teacher left the classroom, the class was clearing out as well.

A dark-skinned girl, one with big brown eyes, and a smile that stands out—except that this time, she wasn’t smiling. She skipped towards Eden’s seat, throwing me a dirty look at first, before her gaze flickered back to her friend.

“Do you want me to stay with you?” She asked, her thin eyebrows drawn together in concern, her voice shook slightly as they both exchanged cautious glances at each other.

“Don’t you have to resume your part time job?” Eden asked curiously instead. “Don’t worry about me, I am fine.”

Eden gripped her arms tightly, and then bravely she turned towards me, narrowed eyes filled with pain and hate gazed at me.

“We have library duty,” She got out of her chair, yanking her bag from the top of the desk. “Let’s go.”

I smirked, getting up as well, Eden didn’t bother to wait for me, and her friend just stood, eyeing me evilly.

I winked at her, grabbing my bag and following Eden almost immediately.

“You’re the ones on duty today?” An elderly woman, probably the book keeper asked curiously.

“Yes, ma’am.” Eden answered, a practiced false smile lined her lips.

“You better hurry up; there would be a downpour later this evening.” She answered pointing out the window, before she left.

“You look like you’re about to cry,” I muttered as soon as we entered the library. “I want to believe this isn’t because of me.”

“Look here—”

I cut her off.

“Theron.” I corrected. “My name is Theron.”

“I didn’t ask.” “I know, I wanted to tell you.” I interrupted her once again, and she rolled her eyes.

“Let’s just clean up and leave, like Madam Glory said, there will be a downpour later,” She turned away from me, dropping her bags on one of the tables. “I don’t have an umbrella.”

I roamed down the along the aisle lined with bookshelves, all holding books, of different types, purpose, categories, subjects.

I am amazed that a small private school like this could have this much books, very impressed even.

“What am I supposed to do?” I asked, and her head snapped up, she was holding some books.

“You’re supposed to return the books back to the shelves, check the titles to see that they are arranged properly.” She answered. “Some of them are numbered, please check their numbers too.”

She worked very fast, like she was in a hurry to get the hell out of here, but not on my watch.

We have to arrange the books, right?

What happens if the books suddenly ended up on the floor instead of the shelf?

I leaned further in, checking that she wasn’t looking at me, only then did I grab the edge of the shelf, and shook it violently, until the books arranged in it, tumbled to the floor with a catastrophic thud.

“My goodness!” Eden gasped as she raced towards me, her eyes went wide with shock as she stared at the puddle of books on the floor. “No… What did you do?”

I stepped out of the puddle, attempting to be shocked as well.

“I don’t know—it just happened.” Desperately trying to hold back the smile that tugged at the ends of my lips, the air tensed with not only her fear, now she was staring at me with eyes that shimmered with hatred.

“You did that on purpose.” She accused, and I blinked, trying to feign offense.

“No, I did not.” I answered.

“You did.”

“Prove it.”

Her mouth opened, and her lips quivered, unable to say anything again, she blinked uneasily and then sighed softly. “Let’s just arrange them quickly.” She resigned to fate. “I will start from the other end of the shelf.”

She spent the next thirty minutes far away from me, she avoided me with practiced excellence, she moved out of the way even before I could reach her, using every single excuse to her advantage.

But unfortunately for her, I am a predator, and I loved the fucking chase.

Every single bit of it.

In fact, I encouraged it, so I don’t get bored of her, I needed something to keep my blood pumping this hard.

We were almost done arranging the books when the rain started, hard, and heavy. She jolted in response; her body swung towards the window as she stared at the downpour in disbelief. Slowly, her eyes flickered towards me, unsettled, and unsure, and I smiled widely.

Could this be fate?

The universe seemed to be working in my favor.

Unwilling to falter, or break down completely, Eden sat down on a bench, clutching her bag tightly.

“You can’t go out in the rain.” I told her, as she watched the heavy downpour from the window—fear in its most literal form crossed her face when I came to share the bench with her, sitting so closely that the edge of our clothes married together. “You can breathe, a little bit, I won’t kill you.”

I could smell her perfume; a soft pineapple scent mixed with milk, that made me salivate; it made me wonder if she tasted as good as she smelled.

“I am not afraid of you.” She snapped.

Liar, I could see the way her lips were quivering as she spoke to me.

“Since we are stuck in here for maybe another hour, and we are done working, we can have a little heart to heart conversation.”

“I have nothing to discuss with you.” She hissed, shifted away from me, until she reached the edge of the bench, and I sucked in another deep breath, pouting.

“I am a little offended at how harsh you are towards me.” I shifted towards her again; she tried to get up.

My fingers reached out, and I grabbed her arms, her body tightened in response, she tried to wrench free but my grip only tightened against her soft skin warningly, before I yanked her back to sit.

“Be careful, I don’t bite but I will chase you.”