Locked inside [Ft:, S.F, L.J, T.P, P]

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S.F'S POV:

| Larry and I were basically sprinting down the halls, we had forgotten to grab the stuff from Mrs Packerton's secret drawer compartment, and everybody was already waiting for the bus so it could take them home. Honestly, it wouldn't be THAT bad if we did end up missing the bus, all we'd have to do was walk back to the addison apartments which wasn't a huge deal but larry and i both would rather taking the bus then walking.|

|As Larry sprinted at full speed, i was running as fast as i could to keep up with him..  he ended up grabbing my wrist to make sure i could keep up with him, but they turned into me, mostly focusing on not falling on my face or being dragged at mach 1|

|Once we finally reached the classroom door, Larry basically threw his shoulder into the door, which flung it right open– he almost fell onto the floor before he caught himself.. but it turned out we were alone in the classroom|

"HOLY FUCKING CHRIST!–" -T.P

"OH SHIT!" -P

|they said at the same time, most likely because larry scared the fuck out of them..|

|It was Travis and Phillip, sitting at some desks beside one another. Were they talking or something?|

"What in the asscrack are you doing here, Phelps?" -L

"First off, you're so childish. Second off, am i not allowed in here?" -T.P

"Uh.. i don't mean to get cocky but, not really.." -S

"Then i suppose you're also not allowed in here?" -T.P

"What point are you trying to make, Piss-hair!?" -L

| Larry balled his fists and scowled, which travis followed the same action, scowling back at Larry|

"H-hey.. let's not get outta hand here.. I'd really like to not get a detention for being in here, let alone for being near your guys' fight.." -P

"Yeah, can we just cool it? We only came for the stuf–" -S

|I stopped myself mid-sentence, luckily no-one questioned it. I really wouldn't like to explain what we found in Packerton's drawer, especially not to Travis Phelps of all people along with a look-alike that i actually don't even really know we just kinda make small talk here and there..|

"Fine. 'You remember the cod– Ow!– 'the fuck was that for?" -L

|i had nudged larry before he could continue and i pulled on his arm to gesture him to lean over, which he did and i whispered to him|

"Let's not tell them what we came here for.. next thing we need is for Travis to possible tattle or we owe him something for keeping it a secret. Also, I don't know phillip that well, so it's just better to keep things under wraps." -S

"Whatever you say goes sally face." -L

|he agreed and stood up straight again, putting his hands into his pockets and continued to glare at Travis|

"What the hell were you guys whispering about? Gay fantasies about each other?" -T.P

|i couldn't help but gag and try not to throw up directly into my mask..|

"EWW NO YOU FUCKFACE! THAT'S DISGUSTING!–" -L

|Larry also made a disgusted gesture by point to his mouth and making a gaging sound|

"Also Travis it's nor really.. our place to ask.. y'know?.." -P

"Does it look like i give a fuck?" -T.P

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