Locked (l.h)

Ten

"C'mon, Jane. You can do better than that." He says, looking at my pathetic flower drawn messily across the wall.

"I've told you, I'm no good at art."

"Well, write something then. It's what I'm doing." He says, stepping back to reveal his large, red writing scrawled across the wall.

French sucks ass

I roll my eyes, "Creative, Luke."

"It's better than yours."

"Yours is just some writing, how difficult is that?"

He's shakes his head, "How about we just move on to another room?"

"Yeah, where next?" I ask, placing my spray can on the table.

"You pick."

"How about a science lab?"

"I think blowing up the school would be taking it a bit too far Jane."

"No, I don't mean that... Just, come with me." I say, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the corridor.

I quickly unlock the door the lab door with a key, which was hidden in a coat which was hanging off a coat hook right by the door, and pull him into the white room.

"Jane, I know I wanted you to loosen up at bit but acids and shit are fucking scary. Like, we could burn our faces off!" He says, as I begin rummaging through the cupboards.

"I'm not looking for acids." I mumble, continuing my search.

"What are you looking for then?" He asks.

I pull a box of goggles out from the cupboard and place them on the bench. "These."

"I thought you had a good idea Jane. What the hell are we doing with these?"

I pull a ball of string off the teachers desk, "We could tie these to the ceiling. Think how confused the teachers gonna be when they come in and find goggles on the ceiling!"

"Well, it's better than nothing Jane." He mutters grabbing a pair of goggles from the box.

After 15 minutes we had 40 pairs of goggles hanging from the ceiling.

"It's okay, I guess." Luke says, taking a step back. "But it could be improved."

"How?"

"A bit of silly string across the windows, maybe."

"Oh, and you just happen to have silly string with you?" I say, sarcastically.

"Actually, I do." He says, opening his bag and pulling out two cans.

"You're prepared for anything, aren't you?" I grin, taking a can from his hand.

I get to work, covering the windows in layers of string.

"You missed a bit." Luke says.

"Where?" I ask, turning to him.

"There." He laughs, spraying the string straight into my face.

"Hey!" I spray him with more silly string and soon enough it's erupted into a full on silly string fight.

I run across the other side of the class room and duck behind a bench.

"Janey, there's no where to hide." He laughs, coming round to my side of the bench.

I answer by spraying even more string into his hair.

"Hey, do you know how long it takes to get my hair that good?" He exclaims.

"Aww, is poor little Lukey getting upset over his hair?" I tease.