The Key to her Heart

Chapter Six

Think, Alex, think! My mind started creating images of people I can contact to help me out but none of them would be very useful. That is until I think of Emmie. I pull out my phone from my pants pocket and unlock it. I go to Instagram and start texting her.
Me: Hey, Ems are you at school??????
I hear the door unlock again but before the door could open I got up and locked it again.
"We are not going to be playing these games, kid!" Sally said.
"We're not playing games." I say in my normal voice (because it's irrelevance to disguise it).
"Yes we are-." Was all I could hear from Sally before I blocked her out.
When I blocked her out my phone buzzes.
Emmie: Sadly, what's up??
Me: What class are you in?
She starts typing but then stopped and the process repeated itself about three more times. She finally replied saying that she was in Geometry. Fuck that means she's in the Mathematics Building. Even though the buildings are next door to each other her coming from the Mathematics Building to the Science Building to help me out is one a little suspicious and two really, really selfish and dumb.
Emmie: What's going on? Are you okay? Do you need help!?
Answer to those questions;
1. I'm trapped in the teachers restroom
2. At the moment I am not okay because I'm scared of my punishment if I get caught.
3. I MOST DEFINITELY NEED HELP!
But I don't tell her that I reply saying that everything's fine and I was just checking on her. It was a weird response because I barley know the girl.
Emmie: Please don't tell me you want to start a relationship because I am mentally taken. He's a singer, he's in a band!
That text was followed by a smiley face emoji.
Okay, I did not need to know that.
Me: I don't have feelings for you . . . like that I just need help. Do you know anyone in the Science Building that could help me??
It takes her a minute before she answers me.
Emmie: Give me a second.
At that moment a hint of hope flooded me.
Me: What are you doing?!
Emmie: Do you want help or not??!
Me: No I don't want help I NEED help, from someone, anyone!
Emmie: First off what kind of situation are you in???
Me: A stuck in teachers restroom with security guard and teacher on the opposite side of the door kind of problem.
Her response to that text was almost immediate.
Emmie: Omg what did you do?
Me: Nothing really . . . I'm just skating on thin ice right now with the security guards!
When she doesn't text me back I begin to worry. What is she doing? Did she get caught doing what she was doing or did she get caught texting in class? When the lock unlocks once again I scoot to the door and sit in front of it, preventing Sally from entering.
"Okay, if you don't let me in I'm going to go get Officer Mandate." Sally said.
Officer Mandate is an old guy what is he going to do? Sometimes I wonder why he isn't retired. But before I could say something I hear footsteps running up to Sally.
"Hey!" A females voice said, out of breath. "I need your help!"
The girl sounded like she was crying.
"What, what is it girl?!" Sally asked panic in her voice.
"It's my sister, she's going to commit suicide!"
"Where?"
"In the restroom in the Mathematics Building!"
Is this girl serious?
"Well why did you come all the way over here if she's in the Mathematics Building?"
"Because there's no security guards in the building!"
Sobs come from the girl.
Wow . . . she really is serious.
"Wh—o—we—stay here!" Sally says sounding like she was trying to get her thoughts together.
"I'll go get Officer Mandate!" The teacher said.
I was looking down at the floor, watching their shadows. Was the teacher getting Officer Mandate for me or the suicidal girl? I then hear someone run down the hall. It was silent for a moment.
"Open up dummy." I hear.
I'm confused. It doesn't sound like Sally or the girl that was crying.
"Why?" I ask hesitantly.
"Do you want to get out the restroom or not?" The girl asks.
Emmie! I quickly get to my feet and crack open the door. There I see her looking at the door. I sigh, relief washing over me. I grab my bag and open the door all the way. Emmie looks up at me, tear streaks flowing down her cheeks.
"Are you serious?" I asked. "What pushed her?"
"What?" Emmie asked confused.
"Your sister, what happened to her, why is she suicidal?" I reply.
"I don't have a sister!" Emmie said.
She steps out of my way so I can enter the hall and I do.
"But the story you . . . just . . . told—" I trail off.
"I'm in Advanced Theatre." She says.
Oh. She's a good actress. Emmie chuckles.
"Am I that good at acting?" She asked.
"Well for starters your tears made streaks on your cheeks." I stare as we begin to walk down the hallway. "And second your voice was a-mazing."
Emmie chuckles shyly as she sways a few times. She's looking down at the floor, blushing.
"I thought you said you were mentally taken by a band member." I say.
"I am!" She says defensively.
"Then why are you blushing?"
My voice sounded a little flirty.
"I am not blushing!"
"Really?"
"Yep."
"Well, your tomato colored cheeks say otherwise." I said as we stopped walking.
Emmie is still looking down at the ground. I pick her head up and make her look at me which made her cheeks catch on fire. Her eyes were glowing and had pretty golden flecks in the corner of them.
"Thank you." I said, my voice hushed.
"You're-" she starts, she lowers her head to clear her throat and then looks back up at me. "You're welcome."
Her voice sounded uncertain. She was starting to get shy.
"Why are you shy?" I asked a smile on my face.
"I'm not . . . not sh-shy." She said.
"Then why are you—"
"Because . . ." She stops.
"Because?"
"Because back in middle school I had a crush on you and you never noticed me and now that you're asking for my help it's just feel like I'm dreaming." Emmie said.
Her explanation sounded like a lie but I'll take it.
"It sounds like you still have a crush on me." I say.
"Alex, I'm taken." Emmie said.
I look around and fold my arms across my chest.
"By who?" I asked.
"I told you."
"Okay but in reality are you taken?"
"My mind is real therefore me being mentally taken is real." Emmie states matter-of-factly.
"Okay if you say so."
"Ah, okay I gotta get back to class, we only have ten minutes left." Emmie said.
I frown as I pull out my phone and look at the time. Emmies right, there is only ten minutes left of class. Damn! Emmie starts to walk away.
"Bye!" She said.
"Bye!"
"And hey, don't forget to get your essay!" She said walking backwards.
"Oh believe me I won't." I reassure her.
"Okay."
When Emmie turned the corner and was out of sight I walked to the staircase a few feet in front of me and sat down. There is no reason for me to go to first period because there's only like eight minutes left, so I'm going to chill right her on this step.

The rest of the day went by kind of quickly which was mainly because we only had thirty five minute classes today. Lunch had approached and I was in the cafeteria eating a salad, alone. Usually Rodgers would eat with me but that wasn't the case today. I was sucking on my little juice pouch when I over heard someone's conversation.
"Yeah and she said that next year when we're sophomores we are going to have to complete three essay every semester." The boy said to his female friends. "Like in the fuck has time for that? Honey I be needing my nails done along with my hair and all that stuff. . . . Makeup!"
"I know that's right." One of the ladies said, she was trying open her ranch package with her long blood red acrylics.
Why does a freshman have acrylics that look like they belong to a grown woman and that reminds me I need to go get my Essay from Emmie! Quickly finishing my juice package I get up and throw my food away. When I walk out the cafeteria I was greeted by the suns harsh rays. A couple of boys walked pass me and it looked like they had jumped in a pool rather than them just sitting outside and sweating a lot. One of the three boys hair was completely drenched with sweat.
Wow . . . I'm glad I eat lunch in the cafeteria. The wind blows a little but it wasn't cool wind it was HOT wind. I sigh and begin to make my way to the Language Arts Building. When I open the door to the building cool air welcomes me which is a relief because I thought I was going to die out in the heat. Now I just have to find Mr. Carson's room.
That's when my phone buzzed (it was in my front pocket and when it buzzed it tickled my private part). I pull out the phone and see that I got a message from Emmie.
Emmie: Mr. Carson's room number is SC48.
Spanish Class Forty Eight. Okay. I look up from my phone and look at the classrooms around me. The room numbers were E26, E25, E24, and so on, which meant that I was on the English side of the building. So I turn down the hall in hopes that the Spanish classrooms were down this hallway but they weren't. So I look back at my phone and type;
Is the classroom upstairs or downstairs?
Emmie replies saying that it's upstairs. Okay great. Turning around I begin to head for the stairs but I heard the sound of keys clashing together and a loud walkie-talkie. My heart fell to the bottom of my stomach. I look around for a hiding spot because we all know that you're not supposed to be in the Buildings when you're supposed to be at lunch. Crap! I don't see a hiding spot so the only I could do was— I hear a classroom door shut behind me.
I look back and see a cutie walking in the opposite direction. I smile, time to be Prince Charming. I run down the hall to catch up to the girl. She was twirling the bathroom pass in her left hand so I run up to her right side. I wrap my arm around her shoulder.
"Hey cutie pie?" I say in my best charming voice.
The girl looked at me.
"Hi Alex." She said sounding disappointed.
I frown.
"You know me?" I asked.
"Yes we had first period together last year." The girl said.
Now that I think of it I do remember her Le-Me— it's either Leah or Meah.
"Leah?" I ask.
The girl rolls her eyes.
"Meah! I've told you like a thousand times last year!"
"Yeah and you also told me last year that you had a girlfriend—boyfriend!" I say, correcting myself quickly.
Oh shit, if he sees me like this I'm might have to beat his ass and I don't want to hurt nobody so I take my arm off from around Meahs shoulder.
"Yeah I did but now I'm single." Meah said, trying to hold back a sigh.
It amazes me how I can read girls sometimes.
"What happened?" I asked.
"He started cheating on my during summer vacation."
"How did you find out?"
"We were at the mall one day and a girl came up to us and told him that he had gotten her pregnant so when we got in his car we had a little discussion and he gave me this."
Meah pulls her hair back from the side of her neck and I see a huge bruise and a long scar on it. Ho-ly shit!
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." I said.
Meah lets her hair fall back over her neck to hide her injuries.
"It's whatever." She said.
She came to a stop and I realized that we were in front of the ladies restroom. I smile awkwardly and let her go to the restroom.
"It was nice talking to you." I said.
"Back at ya!" Meah said, saluting lazily, she at least had a smile on her face and it was a true smile.
When the bathroom door shut behind her I look down the hall. No security which is great news but that also comes with some bad news. I have to walk all the way back to the other side of the building to get to the stair case. Great!