Lock-In

Thirteen

Back to Juniper's POV

After sitting in the locker room for half and hour, Alec and I decide to leave. I go to pull the door open, but it wouldn't budge.

"What's taking you so long to open a door?" Alec asked sarcastically behind me.

"It won't open," I say struggling to open the door. Alec raises an eyebrow and moves me out of the way. He tries open the door and, much like me, fails.

"Shit. It's locked," he sighs. Next, he pulls out his phone, "Damn. No service."

Oh cheese itz. We're screwed. What if something happens to Savannah and Nevaeh? What would Zac do?

"Can we break down the door?" I stupidly ask. No, the answer is we can't break down the door. First, Principal Matthews would suspend us and second, the doors too thick. Way too think.

Alec just gives me a pointed look. He sighs and lays on a bench. Seriously? That's what this dude does in a crisis. Lays down! What's next? A nap?

I keep trying to open the door vigorously without succession. Who in the fiddlesticks locked me and Alec in the locker room?

"It's not going to open," he notes, "So just give it a rest,"

"No. I don't know about you, but I'm leaving this locker room whether I have the undo the screws on the door or something," I argue. 

"Want some skittles?" he randomly asks after a minute of him relaxing and me tugging on the door.

"Where would you get skittles?" I ask giving up on the door as I turn to face him.

"My gym locker," he shrugs and sits up.

"You keep skittles in your gym locker?" I raise my eyebrow. 

"Not me. Noah. He has an addiction to the things," Alec moves off the bench and over to the lockers, looking for a certain number.

"Why does Noah keep skittles in your gym locker?" this is why I will never understand the male species.

"Because he has no more room in his locker for them," he says in a 'duh' tone. Who keeps skittles in their gym lockers?

"You know what? I'm done questioning you and your weird antics," I mutter and walk over to Alec. He opens a locker and a pack of skittles falls out. Looking inside the locker my eyes widen. It's filled halfway with numerous packs of skittles and the other half has gym clothes that surprisingly doesn't smell like something died.

"Why doesn't your locker smell bad? Mine smells awful..." I say looking at him who just shrugs and grabs the skittles that fell to the floor.

"I just brought in new clothes," he murmurs. 

He hands me a pack of skittles and closes his locker. Just as I was about to open the pack, he takes them away and sits on the bench. 

"Wanna skittle?" he offered.

"Can I have a yellow skittle?" I asked. 

"But blues the best!" he argued. Oh fudge no!

"No. yellow the best," I sighed. A smirk fell on his face.

"You can be yellow and I'll be blue. Wanna make green?" it took me a minute to get what he was implying, but when I did, the look of disgust took over my face.

"Certainly not!"