Love Bites

Chapter 4

--Chapter 4--

"Class, keep it down." Mr. Davis warned as I quieted my laugh down. My laugh is so annoying to me. Everyone says it's 'adorable' but I always seem to doubt it.

"That was funny." Joey retorted referring to the joke he just told me about his 1st period teacher.

"Alright class, settle down." Mr. davis started. "So as you all know, I mentioned a project that we would be doing in this class." The whispers and laughters started to fade away slowly as everyone fixed their attention to the teacher.

"You guys will have to research a time in history when a disaster in the world accord." The groans came from all over the room in realization that we would have to do research. That included me.

"Hold your horses." Mr. Davis stopped us. "This is a wide range, guys. After researching a historic disaster that you may be interested in, you will have the chance to reenact it in some sort of way. You guys have to choose one partner and be creative" he instructed, handing out a piece of paper with the details of the project and the due date.

"Partner?" Joey smiled at me, giving me a pleading look. He's the only person in here that I actually hang out with and plus, he is one of my best friends so of course he's my partner.

"Partner." I confirmed, smiling soon after. "So when do you want to start this? Can I go to your place after school?" I asked him.

"My place? Are you sure?" He stated. Weirdly, I've never been to his house and he's never been to mine. We always just hung out in different places after school.

"Your place." I spoke. I think it would be way too awkward to bring a guy home when my dad's there.

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Joey showed me around the second floor of his house, where his room was, then we started the project. We decided that we were going to do a play set sort of thing of the Twin towers disaster. We were going to mold the towers and use clay and stuff. This project seemed so child-like, it was actually sort of fun. At least we didn't really need to write anything.

"Can I go to the bathroom?" I asked. Joey never showed me around the first floor of his house. We immediately went upstairs, trying to avoid conversation with his dad. But now that his dad was in his room, we were downstairs and did the project there.

"No." Joey joked, making me frown.

"Ha, ha, ha." I pretended to laugh, sarcastically before standing up, ready for him to tell me the directions.

"End of the hallway." He informed me, still looking down at the clay airplane he was molding, which was supposed to be the hijacked plane.

I walked towards the hallway, stopping at the end. There was a door at the actual end and one on the side. Being in my stupid little mind, I opened the one on the side, thinking that was what he meant.

Before the door could open further to reveal the pitch black room, a voice alarmed me.

"What are you doing?" I turned around in utter shock to see Joey's dad standing right in front of me before reaching over and closing the door.

"Um, uh.." I stuttered, scared from the angry-looking man. "I was looking for the bathroom." I said in confusion.

"That's not the bathroo-"

Joey appeared from around the corner, approaching us and cutting his dad off.

"Dad, its fine. She was just looking for the bathroom." He said as his dad turned around and headed back into his room. That man scared me to death.