Bad Boy Gone Shy

T W E N T Y - Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit

T W E N T Y - Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit

Note: This chapter has not been thoroughly edited and rewritten like all the other chapters before they got uploaded to the public. It would be awesome if you guys could point out some sections where words don't make sense etc.

One moment, Heath and Jasmine stood frozen under Mr Jone's carnivorous gaze and the next, they were running; running like mad. But strangely, Jasmine looked double times more petrified than Heath Parker, whose 'running' was better described as 'lightly jogging'.

Still. There was no denying that he was faster than Jasmine...who, of course, guessed perfectly well that Heath Parker had done MANY things similar to this in the past, thus being able to run from an angry janitor and not fall flat on his face like a wet sponge (which Jasmine was near to doing).

"How do you do that?" She panted, Swerving around a corner.

"Do what?"

"'Jogging' and still being ahead of me?"

"Let's call it..." Heath flattened himself against a wall and scanned the area. "Skill." He ducked, avoiding the windows of a full classroom. Jasmine followed.

"Do not tell me that we have just completed our first full circle around the school and that there's more to come."

Heath peered over his shoulder, smirking. "What if there IS more to come?"

Jasmine nearly collapsed right then and there, her face ashen and cheeks flushed; a close resemblance to Anpang-man (if only he saved the world with a hoodie and wild hair).

"Was only joking, by the way." Heath said without looking at her. Then, bringing a hand to his ear, he mouthed. "Do you hear that?"

"Hear wh-" She didn't have time to finish her question as the breath was knocked right out of her chest. In the fraction of a second, Jasmine was shoved into a narrow room. "Excuse me, what the-ouch!"

A solid something or someone pushed her against a shelf and Jasmine didn't need to ask what it was, or rather who it was when a slender finger came down on her lips. In the dark, tiny space that smelled of old mops and dust, Jasmine could make out the silhouette of Heath Parker, pressing himself against her.

'Jasmine, this is not the time to get all sweaty and nervous!' She told herself. 'I will not tolerate you screaming and crying because his body is pressed against yours!' She wasn't planning on denying, however, that she rather liked what she could feel over the articles of clothing between them.

Outside, footsteps were approaching, mingled with the eerie jingling of keys and heavy breaths.

"Oh, by the way, you do know that we're 'hiding' inside the janitor's closet!' Jasmine hissed through gritted teeth. "Of course he won't open this and find us-"

"Hush!" He hissed back. "Quiet! Now!"

The footsteps seized right outside the door, and the janitor's wheezy panting grew heavier and heavier, just as Jasmine's heart began hammering vociferously at a heightened tempo.

"God damn them young, gruesome souls!" The janitor muttered, hissing and spitting and stomping his foot rather loudly.

Jasmine swallowed.
She didn't like to think what would happen if he caught any misbehaving students. Chances were, he'd grab them by the scruff of their necks and beat them with a spiked cane until the poor student was barely breathing.
She squeezed her eyes tightly, praying that Mr Jones would walk straight past.