Clear Lake Academy holds the worst of the worst delinquents from around the country. Each and every student there holds a notorious background that led them there and almost everyone avoids them.
After setting the tenth building on fire, which just...
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"I'm assuming you're in Class Red since you're down the hall from me." Laken said with his hands in his pockets as we entered the school building and walked towards the canteen.
I hummed as my head leaned comfortably on Hendrix's arm as tiredness pulled at me. It was around nine and tiredness was the only thing I felt after the long journey.
"I'm class orange." Hendrix shrugged as we went into the canteen and Laken quietly closed the door behind us.
The room was empty and the lights were off so we stood in the dark. I assumed that Laken had returned to the other side of me.
"Well, this is interesting." I announced.
"Snacks in the dark. So much better!" Hendrix cheered. Laken slapping him above the head in response.
"Quieten down will you, before we get caught?"
"I'm guessing you're not supposed to be in this building after dinner?" I asked as I tried adjusting my eyes to the dark.
I should have ate more carrots.
"Yep," he sighed. "Well let's get to it then."
Hendrix's arm left my shoulder as I heard him start forward. I shrugged, trying my best not to bump into anything as we made our way through the chairs and tables.
I jumped when a chair scraped sharply against the floor and a body hit the ground, echoing in the room loudly, followed by a loud "ow."
I squinted my eyes when a bright light turned on, covering them with my hand. I adjusted to the light and moved my hand to see Laken with his phone in his hand and the flashlight turned on.
He pointed it towards the boy on the floor who continued laying, defeated. "You couldn't have turned that on earlier." Hendrix grumbled from the floor.
Laken smirked as he shrugged and I left the two, heading for the kitchen area. I hopped over the counter, my heels thudding on the ground when I landed and I searched through the cupboards.
The two quietly argued behind me with Laken standing over Hendrix who didn't bother getting back up and was squinting with the flashlight in his face.
I blindly searched since I had a little light from the boys but I muttered profanities when I found nothing that was considered a 'snack'.
Does this school run on carbs?
"Ah-ha!" I shouted in triumphant only for the boys to shush me violently which I ignored, turning around with a grin. I walked over and sat on the counter, turning so I was facing them, with a bowl of vanilla cake in my hand.
I reached over, opening a drawer and taking out a fork before settling down and eating as I watched the two, my legs swinging. I was careful not to let my heels hit the metal counter.
