Bradley saw the horrified look on my face, and stood up.
"You can't just walk out there!" I grabbed his bicep and pulled him back down onto the couch.
"Someone is out there! If I don't find out who, we're stuck here. Someone could get hurt!" He pulled his arm away and grabbed the door handle.
"Stop!" I screeched and pulled him away. "I don't want to lose you do some maniac!"
Bradleys eyes stared at me blankly and I knew I couldn't win.
After all, I just met this guy.
But it felt as if I'd known him all of my life.
"That's exactly why I'm going." Bradley rummaged through the Librarian's desk and found a knife, probably used for her lunch. It wasn't large and wasn't sharp, but it was something at least.
A noise escaped my throat; it was what sounded like a cry for help mixed with words that had a hard time surfacing.
"Bra-"
"Shhhh..." Bradley hushed me, trying to listen through the door.
"Do you hear something?" I asked.
"The exact opposite, actually," Bradley corrected.
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I unbelievably convinced Bradley to stay. "What do you think is happening?" I asked as I ran my thumb over the pattern of his jeans.
"I'm not sure," he supplied. "I just really wish you'd let me go check it out."
"What if you got murdered?" I interrogated, half jokingly.
"What if you'd stop making up completely impossible scenarios in your head?" Bradley retorted.
I rolled my eyes and lay my head on his shoulder.
"Can I ask you a question?" Bradley asked, breaking the brittle silence of the stale office.
"Sure..."
"When we get out of here-"
"If we get out of here," I intercepted.
"If we get out of here, will you be my girlfriend?"
I stared up at his deep, rich eyes. They glimmered like precious jewels. "Yes."
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Locked In A Library
ChickLitLeslie Blanchard is just an ordinary high school student that's trying to find her calling, when one day she gets locked in her school's library on a Friday afternoon. Then, she realizes that she isn't alone. Is this a good thing... or a bad thing?
