April fools

Razor

Wednesday, April 1st 2015

{Year 11}

- 6:50pm - 

As soon as the bathroom door closes behind Emma I pull on my boots and jacket. She turns on the water just as I close the front door behind me. The air outside in the hallway has a bite to it making me pull my jacket tighter around me. There is no-one out roaming the halls, so my footsteps echo through the empty space.

"Room B15. Room B15." I chant under my breath so I don't forget the room number I had coerced from Mr Brown.

My eyes scan the numbers on the doors lining the hall, and my excitement heightens when the numbers increase. B10, B11, B12. I stick my hands in the pockets of my jeans to stop their persistent shaking. B13, B14. I stop in front of the pale green door with B15 nailed into its centre.

"Here we go."

I calm my already racing thoughts and raise my fist to the door. After three deep breaths I reach forward and knock loudly. When no-one answers I knock another three times. Footsteps pad towards the door and someone fumbles with the lock.

"Hello..." James sticks his head out, perring down at me in confusion, "Audrey?"

"Hello James." A set of chunky earphones encircle his neck and he holds a gameboy in one hand.

"What are you doing here?" He frowns, thick eyebrows knitting together.

"Is Jungkook here?" I peer over his shoulder into the dimly lit room.

"No he's in the rec room watching the football." James leans against the doorframe.

"Good. Can I come in?"

"Ugh... sure."

He moves aside and I slip past him into the stuffy room. Its set up is similar to mine with the bunkbed, small kitchenette and dining table but there is noticeably less mess. Emma is one of the messiest people I have ever met, she never cleans up after herself and has been emptying her entire suitcase each morning before choosing her outfit for the day. She is the literal embodiment of the term slob.

"So... what's going on?" James asks as he closes the door.

"I need to borrow something." I cut to the chase, walking straight into the bathroom.

"What?" 

James follows me, and stands behind me watching as I rifle through the products lined up along the bathroom counter. The amount of beauty products these boys have is ridiculous.

"Do you have an electric razor?"

James looks confused, and a little scared, as he reaches over my shoulder. He moves aside one of the cosmetic bags and takes an electric razor from its charger. A small smile spreads across my face when my plan begins to take shape in my mind. I reach out to take it from him but he jerks his hand away before I can grab it.