There'll Be Storms (Spanking Story)

Chapter 51

ERYK'S POV: 

I was standing by the school's digital clock, waiting for Cody to grab everything from his locker and meet me out here. It's a quarter after three, he should have finished his last class fifteen minutes ago and should be out here by now. I hope nothing bad happened, especially not on his first day. 

"Come on Cody." I whispered, glancing at my watch for the fourth time. 

I'd hate to have to go in there and get him, that surely would be embarrassing for him but I was starting to get concerned. I did tell him I'd be picking him up after he was finished, and this was the way I brought him inside. I imagine he'd exit this way too.

"Eryk." Cody said from my left. 

"Hey, where were you? Don't you finish at three?"

"Yeah, but I had some trouble opening my locker...I had to enter the combination like four times." 

I nodded, "Where did you exit the building?"

"From the side door down there, it's closest to my locker." He pointed to the far end of the building, near the gymnasium. 

"Oh okay, then I'll meet you there from now on." I glanced at the students around me, seeing how happy they are talking to each other, and got an uncomfortable chill from the separation anxiety I was feeling. 

I've been attending this school for six years, but soon I'll be starting somewhere new with no familiarity, no friends, no idea how to succeed. 

"What's for dinner? I'm starving." He whined, changing his backpack strap from his left shoulder to right. 

"Didn't enjoy the lunch I packed?" 

We began heading down Lincoln Avenue, the shortest way to get home since the school was enclosed in a giant rectangle where exit streets, other than this one, were only available at each corner. It was annoying that you had to walk all the way across the school just to find an exit street to go home. 

"It wasn't enough." He smiled. "We used to get snacks before the end of the day in fifth grade."

"You can say goodbye to that. There's vending machines outside the cafeteria but most, if not all, teachers prohibit eating in class." 

"Sixth grade sucks." 

"Wait until you reach nineth." I tussled his hair. 

"Why? Will it get better?" He asked hopefully, almost making me want to lie to him, but I couldn't resist. 

"No," I laughed. "it gets worse." 

His shoulders slumped as the hope faded from his expression. "Of course it does. I'll have to start eating during my study hall, hide a snack behind all my books."

I smiled, slapping my hand down on his shoulder. "You know, this morning someone told me that I was 'food obsessed'..." I shot him a smirk that made him smile as well. "Was that you or one of your teachers?" 

"Be quiet." He smacked my hand away, "I'm only food obsessed when I'm hungry, you're hungry twenty-four-seven."

"I can't disagree with you. How about we stop at Jimmy's and grab hotdogs and maybe fries for dinner?" I patted both of my pockets to be sure I had my wallet. 

"Hotdogs sound pretty good." He adjusted his strap again, preventing it from sliding off his shoulder. 

"You know, if you used both straps you wouldn't have to hike it up on your shoulder every two minutes."

"But then I wouldn't look so cool." He said, once again adjusting it. 

"I'm about to take it off of you, why don't you let me carry it?" I stopped, offering my hand out.