The halls of the school echoed with fast-paced footsteps as I ran towards my first lesson, quickly getting out of breath. Soon, my body caught on and I was forced to stop. I panted heavily as my two hands were placed on the top of my knees.
Smoking and running don't mix.
I'm an idiot.
A couple of coughs escaped my mouth and I pulled myself together. I stepped forward, looking around the isolated halls. Sighing, I gradually increased my speed, hoping to god that our teacher is sick or something.
Finally arriving at my destination, I paced around near the classroom.
Maybe he won't notice that I'm late?
Unsure of how late I really was, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. My eyes opened and I hesitantly knocked on the door, uncertain of whether I wanted to put myself through the unbearable suffering that Maths was.
Don't get me wrong, I was pretty good at it, straight A's actually, but Maths lessons were the creepiest. You'll see what I mean.
After knocking on the door, it creaked open slowly and a pale head with short blonde curls on its sides appeared above me. Mr Fitzpatrick opened the door wide and invited me in with a wide smile plastered across his face.
"Please Y/N, come in." his dull blue eyes never left my face.
Feeling myself get super uncomfortable, I was about to walk over to a free desk at the back of the class when I felt a huge hand be placed at the small of my back, dangerously close to my rear. Mr Fitzpatrick pushed me forwards softly.
Don't fucking touch me.
"Let's not disturb our class more than we already have, now shall we? Take a seat Y/N, hurry." his voice honeyed and smooth, the kind that makes you want to vomit.
His smile widened even more, which I didn't think was even possible. I felt shivers run down my spine and praying to every god I didn't believe in, until now, I rushed over to the free desk and took a seat.
See what I mean?
Creepy.
The bell rang as my Psychology teacher, Miss Stevenson, set the homework.
"Your homework is to read page 123 and answer the questions on 124." she yelled out, hoping that she was heard this time.
I rolled my eyes as I threw my black bag over my shoulder.
This bitch always gives us homework. I mean, it's not like I do it, but still.
I stepped my platformed boot out of the classroom and into the busy hall. The scene could be described as a pack of canned fish, but instead of the can being filled with sprats it was swarming with stressed students. I walked through the packed corridor, eventually arriving at my locker. I shoved my textbooks inside and pulled up the straps of my backpack, remembering that Craig and I agreed to meet up. I whipped out my phone, the cracks and scratches acting as battle scars to my many adventures to and back from the kitchen, and began typing out a message aimed at Craig.
10:18
winteriscumming:
we still on for mcd?
space._.craig:
yeah, i'll be waiting near the assembly hall
it has a back entrance where we can slip out
but you have to get the keys from mr kanes
they are in his office, in the first drawer
they have a blue label
winteriscumming:
dude wtf
couldn't you get them yourself?
craig?
Read 10:19
I rolled my eyes and stuck my phone back in my pocket. Knowing Craig for as long as I do, I should've known he'd do something like this. I guess now I have to go steal some keys from Mr Kanes. Hopefully it doesn't take too long.
My heart skipped a beat when I saw Mr Kanes leave his cabinet, right as I was about to enter. Fortunately, he didn't see me. I watched him walk away, evidently in distress. A silent sigh escaped my lips and I slipped inside the room.
Mr Kanes was the upper school's head teacher. He doesn't exactly do anything other than order other teachers around, or atleast that's what I usually see him do.
I looked around the room and saw some lame pictures of degrees and all that crap hanged up on the walls.
Bragging much?
Yikes.
To distract myself from the horror that I just saw, I glanced down at the desk in front of me. It was overflowing with papers and documents, how can anyone work in this kind of environment? Then I remember the desk in my room, which is even worse than the mess in Mr Kanes' office.
I open the first drawer of the desk and see a bunch of keys and surprise, they all have a blue label.
God fucking dammit Craig.
With no choice left, I suck it up and start reading the labels.
After about 3 minutes of deciding whether; 'assembly 1' or 'assembly 2' would be the correct key, I give up and stuff both of them in my hoodie.
As I am about to leave I hear multiple voices start to approach the door.
Fuck my life.
Shutting the drawer, I quickly crouched down and hid myself under the desk, putting my bag beside me.
"The envelope should be right here, Jim." I heard Mr Kanes' voice, shakier than usual.
This situation couldn't get any fucking worse.
I buried my face in my hands and silently groaned.
"Okay." said the guy, who I presumed was Jim?
Couldn't recognise his voice. Since I was under a desk, I really couldn't tell what the hell was going on. Although I did hear Mr Kanes run around his desk, shuffling through the sea of papers.
Is this what I get for wanting some chicken nuggets?
"Aha!" the shout startled me slightly, but luckily I'm not one of those people that screams. "Here you go." Mr Kanes said as I heard a brief sound of paper getting passed around.
"Alright, but next time I won't give you a second chance." Jim said threatingly, making shivers run down my spine.
"Yes, yes. Of course." Mr Kanes spoke, as he took a few steps back.
"Good." agreed Jim and I heard a relieved sigh and a pair disappearing footsteps.
"I wonder what that was all about." I mumble silently while getting up from under the desk.
In any case, that was close.
I brushed myself off. I hurriedly walked out the door and into the hallway, speeding up my pace.
I saw Craig, leaning against a wall and looking down at the floor. I angrily walked up to him and practically chunk him with the keys. He caught them right in time, which slightly pissed me off, but I pushed that thought away.
"Ready to go?" I questioned, pointing at the door behind me with my thumb.
Craig smirked at the keys in his hand and looked back up at me. His unusual show of emotions beckoned me to do the same and I grinned.
The two of us crept inside the uninhabited Assembly Hall, making sure to make no noise. We slithered our way to the back door of the Hall, where Craig pulled out the two pairs of keys.
"About the keys, you could've gave me more detail, because all of the keys have a blue fucking label." I whispered bitterly as he examined the objects in his hands.
After getting ignored I gave up on trying to prove my point and waited for Craig to figure out which key to use. I watched him hurriedly stick one of the keys inside the door lock and shift it around until both of us heard a muted click. His grin widened and he swiftly pulled the key out, sticking them into the pocket of his blue jacket.
Even though I was still somewhat choleric to the fact that Craig fucked me over, I was glad we got to finally hang out. And not only that, but we get to go to McDonald's too.
Craig pushed the door open and, being the impatient person I am, I, quiet literally, sprinted outside. Craig just rolled his eyes at my childish behavior and closed the door behind him. While I was running around like a hunted deer, Craig agilely jumped over the fencing of our school.
After I noticed his actions, I realized that wearing a damned skirt wasn't the best idea.
"C'mon, what's taking so long?" Craig's, usually calm voice, turning into a vaguely irritated one.
I bit my lip and examined the fence in front of me.
What do I do?
If I climb over it, my whole ass will be on display for the whole world to see.
"I can't, I'm in a skirt." I finally blurted out.
"Why does it matter? It's not like anyone's looking." he said, motioning to the deserted space around us.
"You are." I muttered sourly, looking down at my boots.
Craig threw a death glare at me and turned around, his back to me. I sighed and started climbing over the fence, one leg after the other.
That's when I heard the door open.
Oh, fuck me.
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