Throwing up my hands, I whirl around and glance at the numbers, trying to figure out which direction I need to go.
Brett grips my elbow, his fingers digging into me, and he yanks me to the right. Quickly, he opens a door and shoves me inside.
It’s not a classroom. It’s a utility closet.
And it’s not as if he wants to come in here with me to make me suck his cock or anything like that. Nope. He slams the door shut before I can react, and then there’s an audible click.
The fucker locked me in here.
I’m pissed, but that doesn’t mean I’m helpless. There are plenty of tools in here, and I look around for what might help. As soon as his footsteps fade away, I try the knob just in case. Yep, locked.
Fine. I’ll just use this putty knife to remove the pins on the door.
It takes fairly little effort to remove the middle one. The bottom pin requires a lot more elbow grease, but the top takes me a good few minutes. It’s really wedged in there. Eventually, it pops free, and I pull the door open off its hinges. I hate to do it to the janitor, but I leave the pins right by the door, close it as best as I can without taking much time to line the hinges back up, and then I’m off to my class. Only four minutes late. Could be much worse.
Then again, I’m sure Brett will try to make things even worse for me in the future.