Locked In Chapter One

Locked In Chapter One

Introductions and sleeping arrangements

What happens when five people get stuck in a flat? Fist fights, insults, daft arguments and a whole bunch of trouble.

The blonde-haired females blue eyes widened, it wasn’t fair, and she couldn’t be here!! Here with these…these…PEOPLE. She was stuck with a depressed girl, two perverted guys, well, so she thought. But the girl with beautiful brown hair didn’t seem so bad. She inwardly groaned, well, since she was stuck here, she might as well introduce herself.

“Well, since we are like, stuck together, we might as well introduce myself. My name is Katie Fox, I am eighteen years old…” She flipped her blonde braid over her shoulder. “I like pop, trance and clubland music, the colour pink,” She paused, twirling some of her loose blonde hair in between her fingers. “My dad is a filthy rich business tycoon and buys me whatever I want.” She paused again, chewing on the piece of mint-flavoured gum in mouth. “Hmmm, that’s all you losers, except for the girl with brown hair, need to know about me.” She finished, flashing a bright smile and pointed at the girl with black hair. “Hey, freak, introduce yourself.”

The said ‘freak’ turned to the preppy blonde, shooting her an icy glare. “Well, before I introduce myself, lets get something’s straight.” She hissed, moving some of her hair behind her ear. Number one: Don’t fucking ever talk to me like that. Number two: If you don’t shut the hell up, and keep putting people down, your pretty face will be meeting with my fist, and that would be a shame, wouldn’t it?” She continued, every word getting icier than the last.

Katie’s blue eyes widened, and the colour drained from her face, this ‘freak’ defiantly wasn’t a pushover, like she had thought. She sat down quietly, on the love seat, and didn’t notice the smirks of amusement on the two boys’ faces.

“Well, I guess I will introduce myself now. My name is Thorn, my last name is non of your concern. I am also eighteen years old” The girl ebony haired woman spoke, her voice back to being monotone. “I like the colours black and red, hate bright colours and I detest the colour pink.” Thorn said, her eyes glazed over with boredom. “I like metal, rock, and punk music, I despise all the shitty, girly music and hold a deep hatred for trance and clubland…” She paused, noticing that Katie had sunk further into the love seat, as she had spoke about her likes and dislikes. “I am also from a wealthy family, but would rather earn for myself than be a spoilt brat that has everything bought for me.” She said, looking about the room with her sharp eyes, “Well, im don’t with my introduction. Who’s next?”

Immediately, the guy with the muddy-blonde hair lifted his hand into the air and smiled widely. “I’ll go next” He said, the same grin in place. “Well, where to start? My name is Karl Thompson, I’m twenty years old, I like to skateboard in my spare time, hang out with friends and have fun. I am not a pervert. I thought I’d just point that out. I like rock, punk and metal music and the colours black and neon-green. I don’t like people that are stuck up, and put other people down and think they are the best. But sadly, it seems that we are all unfortunate to be stuck with Miss Fox here. He said and gestured towards the now gaping blue-eyed, blonde-haired female.

The brunette sniggered silently, covering her mouth with her hands, trying to hide the wide grin that was plastered to her face. However, you could clearly see the amusement dancing in her emerald-green eyes. She grinned at him as he sat back down and he intern gave her the thumbs up, with a goofy smile.

The next to introduce themselves was the ebony-haired male. He gave a slight smile at everyone, well, except Katie, he didn’t like way she portrayed herself. “Well, my name is Benji, I am nineteen, I don’t have a favourite colour, but I do like dark colours rather than bright ones. I like mostly rock and punk music and I really, really don’t like any of the rapping stuff or trance music. It’s irritating. I don’t come from a wealthy family, but we’re not poor either. I like to read, but can never find anytime too, and I also like to talk to people with similar interests to my own.” He finished, and looked expectantly at the Brunette female.

The green-eyed female stood from her seat and gave a salute to everyone. “Well, not much to say about me. I am nineteen years old, I like many types of music, punk being my favourite genre. I don’t really have a favourite colour, but I have to say, I like black, red, yellow and silver the most.” She paused, thinking of what else she could say about herself. “I don’t know my birth parents; I was adopted at a young age so I remember nothing of them…But that doesn’t really matter, my adoptive parents’ are the best, and I love them both so much.” She smiled at everyone and sat back down.

Karl grinned, and immediately realised that the last female to have introduced herself forgot to tell the rest of the group her name. “Hahaha, you forgot to tell us your name.” The muddy-blonde grinner wider, as the girl blushed with embarrassment and stood up abruptly.

“Hehehe…yeah, I forgot to tell you all what my name is…” She paused and rubbed the back of her head. “Soooo, my name is Isabella-Marie, but you can call Marie.” She sat back down again, still slightly embarrassed.

X-X-X

A little while later, Benji came storming into the room, holding packets of food in his arms. “Hey look, doesn’t this seem a little strange? The kitchen is stocked with food, and the bedrooms all have clothes to match our styles.” He said quickly, sounding suspicious.

Thorn looked up from the book she was reading, her violet eyes noting what he had tucked into his arms. “Well, the foods in your arms are all from expensive brands, so it seems pretty odd. This whole thing was probably planned from the start; they wouldn’t have expensive foods such as that in here if no one were living in this apartment.” She sighed, almost inaudibly, standing from her place on the red-leather sofa. “So, which room is meant to be mine?” She questioned, whilst placing a bookmark on the page she was at in her book.

Benji nodded in the direction of the left hallway, since his arms were full of food. “Second door to the left, mines the third door to the right.” Thorn nodded, and walked silently to her room, thanking the raven black-haired male as she walked by him. Benji smiled slightly, before returning all the foods to kitchen and placed them in the correct places. He sat on the kitchen table, looking through the window at the night sky. It had been around five hours since they had been locked in, and so far, he only disliked Katie.

The said girl came bounding into the kitchen and rummaged through the fridge and kitchen draws. The blonde placed the food and the kitchen appliances on the kitchen unit and looked at Benji expectantly.

“What?” The ebony-haired male asked, looking at her quizzically.

“Make me something to eat. Idiot.” Katie replied back sharply, an icy bite to her tone. “Or, is it that you cannot fulfil a simple demand? Pitiful.” She spat at him, unknowing that she was about to ripped.

“Oh shut up, you stupid, delirious, blonde-haired bombshell! Learn some bloody respect, you spoilt little girl. Why not cook for yourself? You are capable of doing a simple task, right? Or are you just so used to having people kiss up to you and make you your meals?” Benji snapped his tone colder than ice, and fiercer than any wild animal. “Why not do yourself a favour, and try and at least treat people with respect and maybe, just maybe, you’d get some in return!” He bit out viciously, fed up with her verbal jabs. He quickly turned on his heels and stomped out of the room, leaving Katie behind, with a tear-streaked face.

Thorn and Isabella-Marie saw the whole thing, astonished at Benji’s aggressive outburst. The green-eyed woman turned to her new friend, Thorn, pure awe shining in her eyes. “That was epic…” She said slowly, before turning her attention back to the daughter of a rich, business tycoon. “I have to say, she did deserve that.” Thorn could only nod in agreement, mentally praising Benji for standing up for himself.

“…Well Marie, I think it’s time we went to sleep now...” The violet eyed female spoke tiredly, covering her mouth to stifle a drowsy yawn. Her brunette friend only nodded, silently agreeing and stood up soundlessly, helping Thorn stand up from the ground. The two girls parted ways, Isabella-Marie going to the right and Thorn going to the left.

X-X-X

The dark-haired blonde sat in the living-room, watching late night comedy shows. His grey eyes were focused on the plasma-screened TV in front of him. Karl didn’t notice the dark shadowed-figure, creeping over him, until he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders.

“Oh my god, RAPE!!” He cried out, flapping his hands about in an effort to protect himself.

Suddenly, a hand clasped over his mouth, in an effort to shut the screaming blonde up. “Shhhhhh!! You’re going to wake everyone up, you great prune!!” A feminine voice rang out. Karl immediately closed his mouth and stopped struggling, because he knew who the voice belonged too. The hand over his mouth soon retreated, allowing the blonde to be able to talk again, he turned around, grey and emerald eyes clashing in the slight light of the dark room.

“Marie, why did you sneak up on me like that? I thought I was going to get raped! You know, since im such a good looking guy!” He said, and grinned at her, making her grin back, but wider.

“Yeah, good looking guys such as yourself really do need to be careful, you don’t know what kind of desperate girls are around!” She smirked, waiting to see if he had caught onto the hidden insult. So far, it seemed as if he hadn’t, and Marie nearly laughed, until realisation dawned onto him. He scowled playfully at her and stuck his tongue out at her.

“Yeah…Shame you’re one of those poor, poor desperate girls, yearning for my touch!!” He said, dramatically. He winced, the comment had earned him a hard punch in the shoulder. Even if it was playful, she hit hard. “Heyyyy, you’re meeeean!” He whimpered, fake sadness coating his voice. The two grinned at each other and turned the TV off, the room fell into complete darkness.

“Well, that was a stupid idea, no we can’t see a thing.” Isabella-Marie said feeling around the walls, looking for a light switch, but not having any luck. Karl wasn’t having much luck either, so far, he’d only stubbed his toe on the coffee table, tripped over the love seat and tripped over his own two feet. After around another ten minutes of searching for the light switch the two of them decided to just sleep on the sofas, to stop themselves from getting more possible injuries.

Karl curled into a ball, on the black leather sofa, and pulled his blanket over his head and was asleep in seconds, Isabella-Marie, on the other hand, smiled lightly at his antics and slowly succumbed to the welcoming darkness.

XOXO