A Field Trip In Summer

Chapter 12

[[ENGEL'S POV]]

It was a perfect morning. The sun shone through the windows, Claire's hair perfectly- I didn't say that, every one was calm, breakfast was good, and there was no chaos.

The only thing was... "Hey, where's all the teachers?" Lana asked. 

"You sure you're alright to walk by yourself, Abbie?" She asked. Abbie nodded.

"You make a point... where are they?" Abbie muttered, before looking at Oliver. 

Abbie was small, not the type of kid to fight, but the hate in his eye made Oliver so scared, he had to back up, before snapping back.

"What, do you think I cooked them or something?!"

"But you can't cook!" Riley yelled from another room, breaking what little silence there was with her high-pitched voice, eavesdropping.

"Just answer me." Abbie said. Lana couldn't help but smile slightly from how proud she was of Abbie.

(At this point, I wasn't even hiding it. I was just clearly eavesdropping with a smile on my face, looking at Oliver's surprised expression.

Of course, Lizzy answered instead.

"Someone came by, and Grace forced us to sleep. You were already asleep, right, Petunia?" Lizzy said partially to Lana, as she wasn't paying attention either.

"Yeah, I think. You were cuddling your giiirlfrieeend!" Petunia answered with a smirk.

"WE WERE NOT CUDDLING! We hugged, like, once, and I just went to sleep on the floor while she was literally in a bed!" Abbie yelled.

"Now that you mention it, that sounds fun..." Lana partially whispered, partially said.

"You're not helping my case here..." Abbie whispered.

Abbie walked out the living room, Lana trailing behind him.

I stepped in.

"Y'know Oliver, seems you're a bit scared of him when he's mad."

"HE DOESN'T SCARE ME AT ALL!" Oliver yelled.

"Didn't you say he reminds you of Miss Thavel when he gets mad?"

"OH, SHUT UP!"

We fought back and forth- well, I did. He just yelled things like "Shut up" and "You're lying" and "Your mom."

After a few more minutes, the locks on the door turned (one of them, anyway) and we all turned.

Oliver was in the middle of yelling when suddenly the 5 black haired teachers opened the door, Miss Emily in the front. 

"OLIVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!!!!"

She yelled at the top of her lungs.

"IF YOU DON'T STOP SCREAMING AT ENGEL AND ABBIE I WILL RIP OUT YOUR EYES, SHOVE THEN INTO A SMOOTHIE MAKER, SHOVE THE WHOLE THING, MAKER AND EVERYTHING, DOWN INTO YOUR THROAT, AND LEAVE YOU THERE TO DIE A EXCRUCIATINGLY PAINFUL AND SLOW DEATH!!!!! GOT IT!?!?!?!"

Oliver nodded, hiding behind the couch, quaking in his heels.

"How'd you know about him yelling at Abbie?" I asked.

"You'll never know." She answered with a smug smile.

"Did anything happen while we were gone?" Thavel asked, in a weirdly happy and relaxed manner.

"Nope." Everyone answered, except for Skell.(THAT MOTHERFUKKKKER AHAHAHAHAHA I HATE HIM)

"Well, I'm gonna go lay down." Thavel yawned and walked over to the main bedroom, Bloomie following.

"I'm telling you, kissing and cuddling your besties isn't gay!" Bloomie whispered, but I still heard

"I told you, it is! Doesn't mean I don't wanna do it though..."

"They're so gay, it's adorable." Claire muttered, just waking up, but still managing to hear them.