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MidReal Story
Trapped With My Enemy
Scenario:Я (парень) и мой враг застряли в одном шкафу во время школьной блокировки. Мы должны были оставаться там все время.
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Джей
I was stuck in the closet with my enemy.
The boy I hated most in this school.
The lockdown was supposed to last for forty-five minutes.
It had been four hours, and we were still locked inside.
The drill was meant to happen at night, but the school decided to do it in the day so students would know what to do in case something happened.
Or at least that's what they said.
But who in their right mind would think someone was going to shoot up a school?
And why did I, of all people, have to get stuck with him?
"Are you going to sit there all day?" he asked.
I looked up at him.
He looked concerned.
He should be.
We were going to be assassinated!
"Why wouldn't I? This is your fault," I snapped.
"My fault? You're the one who pushed me in here," he said.
I shifted my body so I was facing the wall.
I pressed my shoulder against the cold surface.
My legs were bent, and his were stretched out in front of me.
The closet was small, and we couldn't help but touch.
I tried to move my legs away from his, but there wasn't enough room.
He was warm and smelled like cologne.
I hated it.
"Why did you push me?"
I asked.
"You pushed me first," he said.
"I didn't want to be stuck in a closet with you."
I didn't respond.
We sat in silence for a few minutes, listening to the sound of our breathing and the muffled noise of people talking in the hallway outside the door.
He shifted beside me, his sleeve brushing against my arm as he checked his phone again.
Still no signal.
I traced my finger over the wood grain pattern on the wall in front of me, trying to ignore him.
The closet smelled like old textbooks. "What's your name?" he asked after a few minutes passed.
I didn't answer.
"Seriously? You're not going to talk to me?"
He sighed heavily next to me.
"What are you going to do? Sit there all day?"
"I'm not going to sit here all day," I said, pressing my hands over my ears so I couldn't hear him anymore.
The temperature in the closet dropped as the sun began to set.
I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to generate some warmth.
The thin t-shirt I wore did nothing to protect me from the cold.
I shivered, my teeth chattering.
He was shivering too.
For once, his smug expression was gone, replaced by a look of vulnerability.
He took off his varsity jacket and hesitated for a second before extending it toward me.
I shook my head at first, but another cold shiver changed my mind.
I took the jacket from him, our fingers brushing as I did so.
"Thanks," I muttered, pulling the jacket around me.
He shrugged, looking away.
"Don't mention it; we might be stuck here longer than we think."
Even with the jacket on, the cold seeped through the walls of the closet, and I couldn't stop my teeth from chattering.
I shifted uncomfortably in the tight space.
He glanced at me a few times over the next few minutes as I shivered, his expression growing more uncomfortable.
Finally, he let out a heavy sigh and moved closer, his shoulder now touching mine.
The warmth from his body radiated through the small gap between us, and I hesitated for a moment before leaning in closer.
I stared at the dark corner of the closet, my eyes adjusting to the dim light.
My body was hyper-aware of his shoulder pressed against mine, and I could feel the heat from his body.
The air in the closet was thick with silence, broken only by the sound of our synchronized breathing.
His varsity jacket smelled like him, a mix of the cologne he wore that I found annoying and something else I couldn't quite place.
I didn't dare move away from him, even though my muscles ached from sitting in such a small space for so long.
The temperature continued to drop as night approached.
I could feel the cold seeping through the thin walls of the closet.
He shifted slightly next to me, and I felt him turn his head in my direction.
I shifted uncomfortably, trying to create some space between us.
His body heat and the smell of his cologne were starting to feel suffocating in the tiny closet.
My heart thumped faster as his thigh pressed against mine when he adjusted his position.
I tried focusing on anything but him.
The wood grain patterns on the walls.
The blank screen of my phone.
Counting the tiles on the ceiling.
But he was impossible to ignore, especially in this tiny space.
He reached across me to check his phone again, and I jerked away from him, pressing myself against the cold wall of the closet.
I couldn't stop my reaction, even though I knew it was stupid; there was nowhere for me to go in the cramped space.
His voice broke the silence, low and steady, "We're getting out of here together."
The darkness in the closet seemed to grow heavier with each passing hour.
The silence was oppressive, and I could feel the weight of it pressing down on me.
I shifted uncomfortably, my legs cramping from sitting still for so long.
I winced as I stretched my muscles, trying to get some blood flowing again.
Suddenly, a sound echoed through the empty hallway outside the closet.
It was the first noise we'd heard in hours.
Джей's head snapped up at the sound, and he listened intently for any sign of movement.
But there was nothing else, just the faint echo of footsteps fading into the distance.
I'd had enough of waiting.
The cold, the confinement, and his unsettling presence had pushed me past my limits.
"I can't do this anymore, Jay," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.
He turned to me, his eyes serious. "We have to stay put until it's safe; you know that."
"But what if it never is?" I replied, desperation creeping into my voice.
"I'm not leaving you here," he said, his voice firm.
I huddled in the corner of the closet, my anxiety spiking as another hour ticked by with no rescue in sight.
The darkness seemed to swallow me whole, making it hard to breathe.
Джей shifted beside me, his movements careful in the tight space.
I could feel the tension in his body as he listened for any sign of movement outside the closet.
Suddenly, my breathing became ragged and shallow.
He turned to face me, his knee brushing against mine in the confined space.
In the faint light that filtered through the cracks in the door, I could just make out his features: a sharp jawline, prominent cheekbones, and a mop of unruly blond hair.
His eyes were fixed on me intently, as if waiting for some signal from me.
I felt like I was drowning under his gaze, unable to look away even though I desperately wanted to.
After a moment of wavering, he began to move slowly toward me, his movements cautious and deliberate. My heart raced within my chest as he drew nearer, and I felt my breath catch, as if I were suffocating.
His cologne filled my senses, overpowering and strong.
I gripped the edges of his varsity jacket tightly, bracing myself for whatever was about to happen next.
He paused just inches from me, his face tilted slightly upward as if searching for something in mine.
Then, with a quiet resolve, I whispered, "Let's make our own way out."
His eyes locked onto mine, and I could feel his breath tickling my cheek as he leaned in closer.
The smell of his cologne enveloped me, making my skin tingle with awareness.
The varsity jacket felt heavy on my shoulders, trapping the scent of him around me like a physical embrace.
I swallowed hard, trying to steady my voice.
"We can't stay here forever. We need to find a way out."
My words came out shaky and uncertain, betraying the fear that had been building inside me for hours.
He shifted even closer, his knee pressing firmly against mine now.
My back hit the cold wall of the closet as I tried to retreat further, but there was nowhere else to go.
His hand found mine in the darkness, and together, we pushed open the door.