Grabbing a large metallic spoon from the counter, I ran back out and used it to smash the glass and pull out the red tank.
Running back inside, I saw Nathan was now standing in front of the flames with a big jug of water in his hand.
My eyes widened and I sprinted towards him, tackling him to the ground and making the water spill all over the floor around us.
What the hell !? Do you want us to die ? He yelled, his eyes wide.
No, but you clearly do ! I exclaimed. I just saved you from killing everyone on this floor so you’re welcome.
He just looked at me with wide eyes as the realization set in that he did in fact, not know what he was doing.
I would gloat in his face later, but right now I had a life to save.
Mine.
Getting up off of the ground and facing the increasingly scary looking flames, I took a deep breath and held up the red tank.
This was the only part I was good at in situations where there was a fire.
Opening the valve, which I’d done one too many times, I aimed the gun at the harsh flames and sprayed. The white foam extinguished the fire before me within seconds.
I breathed out a sigh of relief, instantly coughing as I inhaled the smoke. So I ran to open all of the windows and stuck my head out of one, gulping for fresh air.
After taking a few more breaths, I turned to see Nathan standing in the middle of the kitchen, his hands in his hair as he stared at the catastrophic mess in his kitchen.
I had sort of gone extra crazy with the foam and had ended up spraying every single cabinet, drawer, counter, and kitchen appliance.
Nathan- I started.
Fuck. he swore, running his fingers through his hair.
I wanted to scream at him to stop that, unless he wanted to get tackled.
This is gonna be a bitch to clean up. He muttered, adding some colorful words after.
You’re welcome. I rolled my eyes.
I could have done this a thousand times better. He retorted.
I scoffed at that, but decided to not play into his pointless little argument.
We can clean it up later, lets just have breakfast first. I suggested, trying to lighten the situation. Well, the near-death experience I should say.
There is no room to make breakfast. He whispered, before kicking the fridge.
I was pretty sure that left a dent.
Why don’t we just order delivery or something ? I tried again.
There’s no phone service up here. He muttered.
Unless… He trailed off, his eyes suddenly becoming brighter.
Unless… I motioned for him to go on, wanting to desperately know if I was getting fed or not.
Unless we go to the mall. He thought out loud, before turning to me and smiling.
The mall !? I had a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think of for how this wasn’t right.
Okay… I trailed off. I wasn’t complaining for going to the mall and buying myself some new clothes.
And maybe a chance to escape…
Alright then. Get ready in five minutes, I’ll be waiting here. He turned to sit down on the couch.
But… I trailed off, waiting for him to realize.
But what ? He asked, staring at me clueless.
He may be an amazing chef (when he’s not getting seduced by a woman), but he was pretty dumb if he honestly didn’t realize he was half naked still.
Aren’t you gonna put some clothes on ? I asked, smirking a little.
But wouldn’t you prefer me to go out like this ? He replied smoothly, standing up and gesturing to his perfect body.
I tried not to stare at his abs again, I really did, but I ended up failing myself again.
I snapped out of it once I realized he was doing it on purpose and met his cocky gaze.
Go put on some clothes you man slut. I said in a bored tone, as if his body had no effect on me.
Which was definitely not true, considering I was planning on all the things I would do to that boy if-
I cut my dirty train of thoughts short.
Bad Skylar. Kidnappers are bad. Good girls like you don’t think bad thoughts about bad boys.
After giving myself a little pep talk, I walked into the washroom and took a steaming hot shower, this time double-checking that I’d locked the bedroom door.
Swiftly changing into my black skinny jeans and black tank top I had on the day of my kidnapping, I walked towards the door, leaving behind the neon jacket which was a last minute decision I had grabbed on my way out the door that day.
I stopped abruptly as I spotted a blue piece of clothing sticking out of Nathan’s closet from the mirror.
Getting excited, I made my way towards it and pulled it out, a grin taking over my face at what I’d found.
My outfit was complete.
I walked out to the living room and saw Nathan had finally put clothes on, much to my dismay.
He had on a pair of dark denim jeans and a black T shirt that hugged his chest not too tight, but enough to show off that he was muscular.
I giggled slightly as I realized we were matching.
Why are you giggling ? He asked bluntly, staring at me as if I were retarded.
We’re matching. I gestured to our black and denim outfits.
He stared at me for a while with an unreadable expression, before rolling his eyes.
First my shampoo and now my clothes ? Really ? He asked, standing up and recognizing his own blue button down denim shirt I had on, except I had it unbuttoned in the front.
I tried not to blush as I realized I had used his shampoo again.
You’re wearing the shampoo again aren’t you. He read my thoughts, giving me a look of amusement.
Let’s go, I’m starving ! I exclaimed, walking to the entrance.