The Daily Life of a High School Criminal

Chapter 2

We made our way round the side of the sports hall, being careful to pass the cameras just out of frame. We’d marked the rim of the blind spots back in the first year. Long story and a gagged surveillance monitor. Anyway, we made it there and sat down and waited for Kisame. I hate waiting.

Eventually he slipped out the fire exit to join us, “Hey guys”

“At last. Hey”

“What do you mean at last? It’s kind of hard for me to inconspicuously slip out you know”, I could see his point, he was taller than just about everyone else in our year.

“Fair enough”

Kisame sat down with us, and wisely turned down the fag Dei offered him. “Oh and Blondie, that girl that keeps liking all your posts has found out I know you and won’t stop asking questions”

Not another one. “What, Melanie?” he answered laughingly,

“Nah, Jenny. The brunette with boobs bigger than her own brain”

“Ah yeah, Jiggly Jenny…”

“And her friend Hannah was asking about you too, Sori”

Wait, what? I thought I was too quiet and under the radar for people to be asking about me. Dammit. Deidara perked up and gave me a massive grin, “I feel a foursome coming on~…”

“You are not seeing me naked nor do I wish to see you naked.”

Something triggered my trip wire from around the side of the sports hall, as the thread along the corrugated iron went limp. No one in the student population would trigger it, they knew it was there, meaning a teacher was on their way. The subtle movement triggered an immediate response in all of us. “Shit, abort, ABORT!”

“Round the other side, go go go!”

The three of us put our hours of physical torture they call PE into use and sprinted around the corner, darting underneath the cameras and running for the music block. Once inside we scurried into the largest practice room and closed the door. There was only one person there, and thank fuck it was Itachi. He was sat at the piano, and looked up puzzled as we all rushed in. “… Hi?”

“Sports hall drill, someone must have ratted on us” I responded.

“Ah…” he carried on with his practicing, while Kisame hid behind the wooden door, I ducked behind the drum kit and Deidara hid under the piano. Sure enough, as a favourite amongst the teachers, the door opened on the practice room.

“Hi Itachi, you haven’t seen some boys run through here have you?” it was the voice of someone who thankfully wasn’t Orochimaru, but it wasn’t much better. It was his assistant, Mr Kabuto.

“No” he answered simply and plainly. And Kabuto would believe him, too.

“Okay, thank you. Sounds good by the way”

With a gratified nod from Itachi, the teacher’s assistant left. We waited a few seconds to make sure he didn’t come back in for any reason, and only then did we relieve our positions.

“We just cannot catch a break today, un” Dei said, brushing dust off his compromised uniform. Without invitation the brat went and sat with Itachi on the piano stool, “First Gunderson sends us out, then Orochimaru’s on our case, now Kabuto nearly finds us. They are just out to get us today hey un?”

“Don’t worry, only an hour til we get out of here” Kisame reminded us all. An hour was a pretty long time, considering that was still an entire lesson and a bit that we had to avoid. And that lesson for me and Dei was still maths. Double maths; the undoing of us all.

“Well you guys can hide out in here for another ten minutes, but then this room is booked out by Daniel and his group for their piece”

“Dammit. Okay, where else can we go?” asked Kisame who slid himself up to sit on top of the piano. I just leant on a drum and faced them, “Are there any other music rooms to camp in, Itachi?”

“Not as far as I know”

“Dammit… Okay, what about the bike shed?”

No objections all round. The bike shed it was, then.

Deidara made himself uncomfortable along the bike racks while we all did the normal thing and sat on the ground. The bike shed was the start of many unsanitary deeds, but its secluded location round the back of the youth wing made it ideal for bunking classes. Unfortunately it was so ideal that a lot of the staff had their eye on it, even to the point where a camera was installed once. Once. Pein decided the footage looked better on a loop of film that he took over an average day, and made sure that was the one the monitors were seeing.

“Eugh, how much longer left hm?”

I looked at my phone. “Fifty-seven minutes”

“What?! We’ve killed barely any time yeah! What the hell else are we supposed to do?”

Everyone else pulled out their phones at this point. There was little else on the menu. “Well didn’t you delete flappy bird?”

“Yes, it made me want to kill myself un”

“Then I wish you luck on the next hour” I said burying my head into my phone. I heard the brat let out an exasperated growl and the next thing I knew one of the bikes came crashing over, “That’s not gonna help”

“Not to mention it’ll draw the staff like hawks” Itachi was very correct indeed. That crash alone would have drawn the attention of any teachers in the neighbouring science rooms if they were in use. Honestly our entire school careers were spent avoiding actual schooling. There had to be something to do though, “Hey, Kisame, you got any stuff?”

“No or I’d be stoned right now. Besides I’m out of cash”

“Anyone wonna chip in and I can go get some off Zetsu?”

Zetsu was a janitor, and also apt gardener, and by fault of his unjustly low pay cheque a dealer to the students. He didn’t exactly dish out the discounts, but it was all we could get around here. “Got nothing”

“Me neither un”

I sighed. It looked like we would have to go to Kakuzu. He was a dickhead in the year above but still our mate and our go-to guy when we needed cash. He ran an unofficial but reliable service. We were all thinking it, but just as I was about to suggest this, my phone went off. A text, from Hidan. For the love of fuck get me out of ict!!!!! I sighed a second time. “Guys, Hidan’s requesting rescue from ICT”

“Eugh. Fine, let’s go. It’s something to do” as Kisame said this we all stood with the intention of heading to L block.

“Then we find Kakuzu to borrow some money”

“Then we need to catch Zetsu before he goes home for the day”

We took skipping class way too seriously.