Badass Nerd

Brooms and Detergent.

I'm quietly wandering the halls, trying to remember where on earth I'd left my schedule, when I see my brother.
I didn't mention I have one? Oh how silly of me!
Well the dude had a fight with our parents two years ago and he moved out.
I haven't seen him since I left for New York.
"JAAAAAAACK!!" I tell, hugging him around the waist, I'd recognise that shaggy hair anywhere!!
He looks at me over his shoulder and gives me a weird look.
Now's probably the best time to mention that there are a lot of tall guys with shaggy chestnut brown hair about.
"What-" he begins, but is cut off by me squealing as a pair of hand lifts me clean off the floor and places me by it's side.
"Hey Dennis!" A familiar voice says.
"Jackson! Who's the chick?" Dennis asks my brother, Jack.
"This confused little sprite over here" he says craning down to look at me " is a kid that can't even pick out her own brother in a crowd".
I give him a sheepish smile, form a gun out of my hand and pretend to shoot myself.
"The nerd? Wow, she's changed quite a bit" Dennis- Jack- hair- lookalike says.
Jackson peers down at me.
"Did Celine-" he begins.
"-burn my clothes at the bonfire when I wasn't looking? Oh yes, and with considerable relish, might I add!! I had to go about in her clothes for a week and they were loose about the chest because she has bigger boo-" I begins to rant, before my brother thinks it polite to slam his hand down over my mouth.
"Don't you have a class to be at" he asks, changing topics.
"I'll know when I find my schedule" I shrug.
"You lost it again!!??" Jack asks.
"Uh, Duh!?" I say, searching for it yet.
"We'll all the best with that" he says, walking away.
What a douche.
All I know is I have to be at SC-2 right now, for homeroom.
I spot a lone figure by the lockers studiously studing his schedule and tap on his shoulder.
It's the guy who tripped me!
He stares at me like he wants to skin me alive and fry me on a spit.
"What?" He growls.
"We'll I was wondering whether you, a seemingly otherwise unemployed young gentleman would point me in the direction of room SC-2, but since you obviously just want to skin me alive and fry me on a spit, I'll just wander around like a lonely...."
I pause..
" something that is lonely, looking for it" I smile.
He stares at me like he really is contemplating whether or not he should turn me into something remotely edible and throw a partial light on modern cannibalism.
I shudder.
"All the way down the hall, the last room" he say, pointing down the hall.
"Thank you for refraining from cannibalism" I say cheerily, before heading down the hall.
In two minutes, I'm standing in front of a little room
"SC-2, Storage Closet- 2, haha, real funny." I mutter.
I'm already 8 minutes late for class and any douche with a quart of a brain would know that  I wouldn't be looking for a broom or washing detergent.
He tricked me.... He's gonna pay
Will he pay for my pizza?
Ugh! Stupid mind, don't wander off topic!!