Charles "Chip" Conway Sometimes They Come Back Warning: Cursing, Suggestive
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"Chip... please just promise me you'll get your act together!"
"I can't!"
"Why not?!"
"Because... Because I'm just fucking stupid, I guess! I don't know! I've tried everything and I'm still failing!"
I ran a hand down my face. Me and Chip were in my car. I was in the drivers seat, and he was in the passenger seat. We were in the high school parking lot and had been for at least two hours. It was dark now and all the other cars had left. We were talking for a little while until we eventually broke out into a fight. It was about his grades. If he got another F, he'd get held back and kicked from the football team, which would ruin his scholarship. We were going to go to the same college, but if he didn't get his shit together, it wouldn't happen.
I puffed out air from my cheeks, still not starting the engine, and speaking softly, "We have to do something, Chip... I'm not just gonna let you fail, and I'm not doing your work for you."
"You could tutor me..."
I chuckled at his sweet tone, "Chip, you know damn well that we don't get anything done when we're together. Plus, we don't have any of the same classes this semester except biology. And you have a B in there. What are the classes you're struggling with?"
He shrugged, "Math... History... and Mr. Norman's class."
I looked to him, "Well, why don't we just break into the school and change their grade books?"
"Really?"
"Yeah. They haven't installed the cameras yet, and look around the parking lot. Everyone else is gone. C'mon, we'll be in and out in a split second."
"Okay, okay. But if we get caught, I'm playing dead. If I get in trouble because of this, I'll definitely get kicked from the team."
I opened my car door and stepped out, shutting it quietly. Chip did the same on the passenger side, and we walked over, opening a window and slipping in with ease. You would really think that breaking into a school would be a lot harder, but it's not like anyone would rob the place. No one wants to be at school when they don't have to be, I guess.
We got inside, and went to his History teachers class first, erasing the high C and making it a low B. Believable, but not crazy. We changed his math grade from an F to a C, and then we took the walk to get to Mr. Norman's class. We snuck inside, changing his D to a B, then quickly getting out, hurriedly starting my car and getting the hell out of there.
He frowned, "You know what? That was really easy. Like... way easier than it should have been. You think people noticed that your car never left the parking lot?"
I scoffed, "Oh please. It's not like the cops patrol the school at night or..." I checked my rearview, "Oh shit..."
Chip immediately panicked, "What do you mean 'oh shit'?!" He looked behind us, "Oh shit!"
I jumped a little as blue and red lights flashed brightly in my mirror. I slapped Chip's arm and let out a curse. He slapped the back of my wrist, shooing my hand away. I kept driving, "Fuck, what do I do?!"
"Pull over, dipshit!"
I did so, wracked with tension as a sunburnt officer tapper my window. I rolled it down, keeping my hands on the wheel where he could see them so I wouldn't get shot. He leaned down, taking off his patrolman sunglasses. Why the hell was he wearing sunglasses at night? He looked to me, then Chip, "Do you two know what time it is?"
"No sir. I assume it's around eight or nine."
He shook his head, "It's midnight. Where are you two punks goin' so late?"
I looked to Chip, panicking. He looked to the officer, "We were actually headed to the motel, sir..."
The officer smiled at him, "Yeah? You bring protection?"
Chip nodded, "Yessir."
The cop laughed heartily, "Good, good." He tapped the windowsill, "I'm feeling a bit nostalgic, so I'll let you off with a warning. Make sure to watch your speed from now on."
I blushed, "Yeah, thank you, sir."
He walked off, "You two have a good night!"
"You too!"
I rolled up the window and slowly drove again, "Really? You had to use sex as an excuse?"
He shrugged, "It worked, didn't it?"
"Yeah, I guess..." I let out a laugh, "Jesus Christ... I thought we were so busted..."
He leaned his head back, sighing, "I feel like I've been holding my breath for two weeks..."
