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 pushed open the door slowly, peering around the wooden door and into the air conditioned room. There was no one inside and I ushered us into the soulless room, quickly closing the door behind us.
It was considerable easy to break into the record office.
Hendrix neared the computer on one end, powering it on and getting along with his hacking into the system, whilst I went for the manual work.
I pulled open the file cabinet, peering at the amount of files I would have to go through. I skimmed a hand over the various manila folders, closing the cabinet when the letter I needed wasn't there. I pulled open the next one as quietly as possible and scanned my gaze over the array of papers.
The room was silent as we set to work, looking for the dead girl's - Holland Cadence - file. We were both cautious of someone arriving any moment; our limbs ready to make a run for it. I could hear Hendrix hurriedly typing on the keyboard; the noise reaching my ears and slamming into them at the anticipation of something happening.
"Wanna talk about a certain car that has been useless lately?" Was Hendrix's first words that broke the odd silence.
"No." Was my answer.
"Too bad." Hendrix chuckled softly.
"I'm gonna strangle you." I threatened, currently fed up with every aspect of my life.
"You looked like you were gonna strangle that teacher first."
I scoffed. "The deluded woman thought it was a good idea to put us right next to each other, after you complained that you liked Bentley's seat better." I snapped my head towards him. "So yes, I was about to strangle her."
Hendrix paused before shrugging and turning back to the computer as I did the same. "You should try it."
"Watch me, I'll probably be on the news and I'll even give you credit for it." I clicked my tongue.
"I'll take the hit for you somehow."
"....Good because it is solely your duty as being my best friend."
"I didn't choose to be your best friend." I stopped and was about to look at him but he spoke up again. "But I will still take the hit for you somehow."
"Plus You better win in a fight because I might fall asleep with boredom before I can help you."
"Excuse me!" I heard a gasp and smirked at his reaction. "One, I am not boring, and two, who am I fighting?"
"The police so I don't get arrested, obviously."
"Wait - wow! So you will just fall asleep and not help me."
"I might come help if you are nice." I thought about it.
I heard the wheels of the office chair move back and knew he was staring at my back. "I am nice... well, I think I am." He paused. "Just know that I will help you."
