“What the heck!??!?” I sputtered, my voice muffled under the hand.
“Shut up!” hissed a voice in my ear. I could feel myself pressed against someone, about my height from the feel of it.
“Shut up, please!” It was the please that made me stop struggling. What kind of assailent said “please”? Not Mr. CC, that was for sure.
The hand slowly crept away from my mouth. I turned around, which was difficult in the very small space, and stood nose-to-nose with my attacker.
It was a boy, about my age, with light brown hair that swept off his brow in a decidedly Chris-like way.
“Please, I’m sorry, but there are people here, with guns-”
“Are you Eric? Wait, did you say guns?”
The boy nodded. “Yes, and yes. Sorry for pulling you in here, but you were about to yell. Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I said, blushing. Eric and I were very, very close to each other.
“Good.” He smiled. One of his teeth was chipped. “I saw you out the window talking to my dad- how did you get here?”
“Them.” I pointed to the door.
Eric raised his eyebrows.