Blurring The Lines [boyxboy]

Blurring The Lines {24}

                Jin carefully raised the tension over the next few days. With Karson's help, he found the most rebellious of the Maroons and had them strike little plots against the Academy, frustrating the Blues since their usual culprits didn't match.

                Amelia sent information she'd stolen from Mr. Constance to the headmaster, and it must have worked. Jordan kept complaining to me that Mr. Constance would do a much better job leading the Academy, and that Headmaster Constance needed to step down and stop getting in the way.

                Jin had it arranged so that several Maroons from several classes would be missing from their classrooms when the fire alarm went off. I'd gotten the information from Jordan so we'd know where Leon would be and when he'd be helping in the classroom.

                As Jordan and I walked into first period together, I felt my heart racing. A lot could go wrong today, and the consequences whether things went right or wrong would be bad. But we needed to do this.

                I took my seat, glancing at the clock. I'd been getting up every day around the same time to stretch my leg in all my classes to have consistency on my side. I'd been playing up how stiff it was around Jordan so he wouldn't be suspicious.

                Mr. Townsend entered the room, clapping his hands together to get our attention. "Students, another group of Maroon delinquents snuck out of the dorms last night and put graffiti on the admission's building. Please, remember your duty to keep them in line."

                That hungry tension was thick in the air as the Blues nodded. Some of them looked restless, ready to go out and hunt down the Maroons.

                Lunch had been incredibly tense, Blues and Maroons on the edge of fights. Today it would all boil over, and the teachers were unknowingly fueling it.

                Mr. Townsend started his lesson and I pretended to pay attention, my eyes sliding the clock every few minutes. I couldn't be late to pulling the alarm. The Maroons would be leaving their classes soon to cover for me. I had to be on time.

                When the clock finally hit the time I needed, I stood up, slowly stretching my leg as I grabbed my cane. I limped out of the room, Mr. Townsend not even paying attention to me by now.

                I checked to make sure no one was in the hallway as I reached the fire alarm. There was a bathroom just a door over that I'd dart into once the alarm was pulled.

                Jin had given me a rubber glove last night to put me at ease about my finger prints. I pulled the glove on, took a deep breath, and pulled the fire alarm.

                It blared to life as I forced my legs to move. I entered the bathroom, yanked the glove off, and flushed it down the toilet as the fire alarm continued to scream overhead.

                I left the bathroom, the hallways filled with Blues, Maroons, and teachers. I joined the crowd, finding my way back to Mr. Townsend's class.

                "A drill?" I asked Jordan.

                He shrugged helplessly. "Mr. Townsend seemed confused. If it's a drill, he didn't know about it."

                "Great," I grumbled, dragging my leg along. "There's too many people. My leg is killing me."

                "You can stretch it out when we reach the courtyard," Jordan said as we left the academic building. "This will probably take a few minutes, anyways."