[s c h o o l of 2 0 0 5 series book 1]
❝Bite me!❞
❝I did. Thrice, remember?❞
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What do spray paint, playboy magazines, and quiz tests have in common?
Trust Natasha Glazer and Blaze Warner to know the answer to that question.
The boardi...
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"Are you done?" Blaze asked, coming up behind me. His voice barely above a whisper.
"Yup! I just need to set this one and then I am done" I whispered back, without turning my head to look at him. My attention completely on the work at hand. I slowly and carefully pulled back the hammer and locked down the handle bar. Placing the last mousetrap gently on the ground.
"There done!" I said, standing up and dusting myself off. I turned around to face him.
He was casually leaning on a pillar, with his arms crossed and an amused smile on his face.
"Awesome! Now how are you going get back here?" Blaze crooked his head to one side and pointed his eyes down at the ground.
I followed his direction and immediately face palmed myself.
I let out a silent curse as I looked down at the scattered rat traps placed all around me.
Even though the foyer on which Blaze stood was no more than two to three steps away; my oh so clever idea of placing the rat traps in close proximity to one another had left about fifteen of them open to bite at my toes, if I dared to move from my position.
I was ironically trapped in my own trap.
"What idiot is absent minded while placing traps?" I mumbled, crouching a little to take a better look at the gaps between the traps.
"Natasha Glazer!" I turned sharply at his words and saw Blaze cover his mouth with the back of his hand to muffle the sound of his laughter. Which was more for the benefit of not waking the whole school up, rather than to feel sorry of my condition.
If he could laugh freely right now, I knew he would have laughed loud enough to be heard all the way to HoneyTop.
"Are you done?" I glared at him, crossing my own hands in frustration.
He held up a finger to indicate that he needed a minute and then turned around to catch his breath. Once his laughter had died down, he turned back around with his favorite accessory- his smirk-and gave me a mock salute, followed by a bow down and a silent slow clap.
If I wasn't standing between a circle of rat traps I would have killed him for mocking me like that. Instead, I silently stood at my spot and counted to ten, while focusing on my breathing.
Don't kill him one....you shouldn't throw one of the trap at him two....you haven't watched all the seasons so you can not get away with his murder three....
"Alright..okay!" he chuckled, raising his hands up in surrender, after taking one good look at me.
"No need to blow out steam like an angry bull...maybe we can.." he trailed off as he knelt down. His eyes traced the traps positioned a couple of inches away from his feet. While I huffed and adjusted my pink cap. Not an ideal choice of disguise, unlike Blaze's Black jeans and black hoodie combo, but I needed something to keep my long hair out of my way and I couldn't find my hair tie anywhere.
