The Flaws In Everything

12 - Bad To The Bone

Chapter 12 - 'Bad To The Bone'

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It was past midday when Lyre and Talia snuck back into school, Lyre holding a plethora of junk within her skirt as she held it up at the ends to create a makeshift sack. She had to be careful. If someone were to see her, firstly her plan would be ruined, secondly they would scold her for indecency of showing glimpses of her thighs, and most importantly they would know about her endeavours to the junkyard.

That was why Talia scouted ahead on the corridors, beckoning for Lyre to follow from the shadows every few minutes. Luckily, the majority of the student body were outside in the garden, with many of the teachers supervising them, so it wasn't too difficult to journey the corridors unscathed.

When they reached their destination, Lyre turned to Talia. "You should go and do damage control with Ensley, you know."

Talia frowned. A part of her was begging to go to Ensley, but something else inside her dreaded the thought of leaving Lyre without any guardianship. "What about you? Don't you want help with your schemes?"

"It's a solo wolf thing."

"Everything is with you." Talia rolled her eyes, though not unkindly.

"Yeah well, we aren't friends remember. Your help was merely a contact of mutual benefit." Lyre nodded, sure of herself.

"And how did I benefit then?"

"I don't know, only friends care about those things." It irked Lyre that Talia wasn't hurt by her words, instead putting a playful smirk on her face.

"Whatever you say, Lyre. Keep saying it and you might actually believe it one day." Talia laughed, walking backwards before finally turning, somewhat reluctantly, to find her fiancé. If that status still stood.

Finally alone, Lyre got to work. After finding her way inside her least favourite teacher's classroom, she took the multitudinous, strange objects from her skirt. Pressed for time, she moved her hands quickly, fastening things together and pulling them apart again.

The ceiling in this room was low, working justly to her advantage, and the vent above the teachers desk was perfectly staged that it filled Lyre with infinite joy. By the time the hand bell rang its saddening song outside, she was ready, sat in the seat furthest away from the teacher's desk. And the one closest to the door.

As students filtered into the classroom, their faces openly gave away the shock at seeing Lyre to be the first person there. She was usually the last person to enter, if she did at all, but as they eyed her they became wary. Her amused and mischievous smile haunted them as they found their seats. The teacher rushed in last, not even noticing Lyre's presence until it was too late.

He was the same teacher that had given her detention the previous day, and his relationship with Lyre was definitely on the terms of 'hate hate'. His baldening head made his angry eyebrows stand out even more, with the creases on his forehead seeming to be set in stone, especially so when Lyre was around. He was of average height, slightly on the plumper side, and this was something that Lyre was dearly counting on for her machinations to work.

As he slowly sat down, his eyes caught Lyre's across the room "You -" he began to scold, before quickly closing the rest of the distance between his body and the chair at an accelerated pace. This was the worst thing he could have done, and it only invoked further pride in Lyre's plan.

Too fast for anyone to realise, he shot upwards towards the low ceiling. Lyre's new and improved edition of the car airbag inside the chair, worked its magic to a precise calculation. Simultaneous to a cloud of smoke, the teacher flew up into the vent above him, which Lyre had tactically removed replacing it with a trap of her invention.