"Flint, will you stop pacing!" I hiss quietly, ear against the door, in an attempt to hear what is going on.
"I'm sorry! I just-"
"Shhh!" I whisper, and he sits on a chair in silence.
I can hear voices outside, but it is hard to make out what they are saying. This thick door is causing the whole 'i-am-in-deep-shit' feeling to double.
I guess one little peek can't hurt?
Carefully, I grab the door knob and turn it just silghtly to the right, so I can make a tiny opening. Now, I can figure out what is happening.
"What were you doing in the office?" Mrs. Mcleod asks, the sound of a lock clicking follows.
"I was just making the roster for next week," Henry stutters.
"Uh-huh." I could sense a touch of suspicion in Mrs. Mcleod's voice, causing my grip to get a bit tighter on the door. "Well, did you put Ana in group five?"
Oh, so now she calls me Ana!
"Actually, I got a request from her Majesty to put Ana and Flint in group nine."
"Her Majesty? How did she send the message?'
"In the mail. The treble clef shaped letter that says 'If this isn't too much of a treble'" A gasp follows the answer, and the clicking of heels picks up.
"Then it must be important, that is one of her favorite puns to use."
I roll my eyes at Queen, but I panic as I realize the heels are coming up the tile steps. Swiftly I shut the door, grab a dazed Flint, and shove ourselves inside a closet.
We barely fit inside because so many clothes were stuffed into it.
"Hey girl" Flint says, his face close to mine.
"Oh, will you shut up," I say, lightly smacking him in arm. His breathy laugh floods my face, and I hold back a cough. "Oh my fates, what did you eat." There was no way to get out of his stentch, so I was left to suffer
"You used fates! I'm so proud of you." He kisses the top of my head, and I try to appreciate the kind gesture even though he smells like garlic. "And by the way, I only ate one garlic ball off of the desk. You are just being overdramatic."
"Overdramatic? Please if you could smell yourself, you would want to-"
He slaps his hand over my mouth, and I hear the sound of the door creak open.
"I swear, I heard some noises in here." Mrs. Mcleod says, causing me to grip Flint's hand in fear.
"Mom, I'm sure it was just your imagination. I mean, I would've heard it as well." Henry replies.
"Your ears are probably worse than mine with all that loud music you listen to. It sounds like a robot being punched in the stomach repeatedly. You know when I was younger-"
"Mom!" His sudden outburst is followed by a length of silence. "Davin is at that party downtown. The one with L.Y.F.E."
"Oh my fates, Henry you idiot! Why didn't you lead with that." The sound of the door slamming is deafening. You can still hear her screams as she heads out of the house. "Why didn't I just apply for one kid? I'm gonna smack the life right out of him! Huh, that was a pretty good pun. But I'm still angry!"
I carefully release myself from Flint's garlicy prison. The dead air has never smelt so good.
"Wow, Ms. Mcleod is weird," Flint murmurs.
"Tell me about," Henry replies, leading us towards the door. I see Flint out of the corner of my eye heading for the desk. I send him a glare, and he backs away from the garlic balls.
"That was close. Too close," I say. Both of them nod.
"I had to use 'my brother does drugs so I am the best' card on you guys. You're welcome." Henry groans, causing Flint to dart his head up.
"That is what L.Y.F.E is?" He asks, suddenly very interested.
"Yeah, it basically gives the rush of being alive again. It is super big here, but also super illegal. My brother goes to a club that sells it."
Flint just nods, deep in thought, and goes for the handle.
"Well, we should go before Adolf Titler comes back." Flint says, opening the door for me first.
"You used my nickname!" Henry grin widens, pulling Flint into a tight hug. "We are going to be the bromance of the century."
I hold in a chuckle, and look up at the dark red sky. Soon enough, it is going to be blue.
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Author's note
Hello! This chapter had some complications. It was almost done but it got deleted and that sucked. It was all good though because I thought of the whole L.Y.F.E thing.
Ps: It stands for Living Young For Ever
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