Peer Pressure [S.Barber]

[14] ONE WEIRD DUDE

It was time to execute Stanley's semi-great plan. The four teenagers hide in the janitor's closet, waiting for the loud burrito bomb to sound.

When it does, they hear Mr. Whitaker running his way out of the teachers' lounge. "What the hell— What the hell's goin' on down there?" He yells as he charges down the hall.

Once he's off, they silently leave the closet, Sydney, Lana, and Stanley make their way to the office, while Dina goes to keep watch.

Lana shuffles the keys, trying to find the right one as fast as she could. "Lana, hurry up." Stanley whispers. "I'm trying. Don't rush me." Lana responds in a panic.

"Ugh, I can smell the burrito bomb all the way from here." She gags. "Hurry up!" Both Sydney and Stanley say loudly, but not loud enough to be heard by Whitaker.

"I'm trying, okay? I'm trying." She rolls her eyes. Before Lana could find the key, Dina waves to them, signaling that Whitaker was coming.

The three of them speed into the hallway, hiding behind the wall near the trophy case. Slowly, Stanley peers over the corner.

"Okay, he's right there." He whispers, gasping while he retreats back behind the wall, accidentally hitting Lana in the process.

"Sorry." He apologizes. "Forget it." She shakes her head. Soon enough, as planned, the smoke alarm sounds.

"What?" Mr. Whitaker mutters out while he turns around. "Jesus. What the hell's this for?" He runs off.

Stanley checks once again, then nods to the two girls. "Come on. Lana, pick up the pace, will you?" He criticizes.

Before searching through the keys, she flips him off. Finally, she finds the right one, opening the door. "Yes." Stanley silently cheers, Sydney smiling.

They run inside, slamming the door shut. While they peer out the door window, they see Mr. Whitaker heading straight towards them.

They quickly duck down, sitting against the door. They could hear his footsteps begin to approach them.

"Alright, don't panic." Stanley speaks up. "Shut up, Stanley." Both Sydney and Lana say, panicking.

"Jesus, okay." He sighs. They hear the key go in through the keyhole. They were screwed. Lana shouts her eyes, praying that they wouldn't be suspended, or even worse, expelled.

Just as Mr. Whitaker was about to come in, they hear a loud crash, that sounded like shattering glass.

This was enough to distract the man, who walks away. "I'm too goddman old for this shit." They hear him complain.