"Evalyne, you have GOT to see this!" I turn to see what Izzy's pointing at.
Oh, god. It's the P.E teacher Mr. Goodman, and the principal Ms. Zapsky making out inside the P.E room. Gross. Who makes out in a room that smells like oldgym socks? I shudder, but join into Izzy's giggling fit.
"Ohmygod, I have to take a pic of this!" I flip out my iPhone 4s and quickly do my combination before tapping my camera. Zooming in on Ms. Zapsky's face smushing together with Mr. Goodman's. I snap a photo, but the flash immediately gets their attention.
Damn. Busted.
Ms. Zapsky's cheeks are the color of a deep crimson, almost purple. She trys her hardest to look proffessional, sliding her thin rimmed glasses onto her face and adjusting her cream cardigan. She jumps off of Mr. Goodman's lap, whose face looks booth suprised and disappointed. She makes her way over to us, one pointy toed red pin heel on, one in her hand.
We haven't stopped laughing as we flee the scene, the picture safe and secure in my-
"Izzy, tell me you have my phone." I look pleadingly at her.
Her face says it all. "You must have dropped it when we were running!" She says nervously.
"We have to go back. That phone means everything to me!" We peer back at the side of the building. My palms getting clammy as we make our way off of the sharp blades of grass and on our way to the pavement.
Ms. Zapsky looks at us, expectingly. As if she's the one who caught us doing something super gross with Mr. Goodman.
"Looking for this?" She glares at us. If looks could kill, we'd be goners.
"Um, yeah." I say in the smallest voice possible.
"Well, I'll give it back to you if you delete the picture. You shouldn't be snooping around anyways. Teachers have lives, too you know." She sighs, but I see her blush slightly.
"Ah, sorry about that," I say. But then I remember my status and come up with something sassy to say. "But maybe you shouldn't be snooping your way into other people's marriages. What would Mrs. Goodman say?"
Izzy snickers.
Ms. Zapsky looks as if she wants to slap me, but instead hands me the phone, fingers trembling with rage.
"Delete it. Now."
I do as I'm told and delete it anyway.
The next day, rumors about Ms. Zapsky and Mr. Goodman's affair fly around the school like a tornado, with their names on everyones tounge.
And 2 months after, Mrs. Goodman files for divorce.
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Mystery / ThrillerEvalyne Broker isn't perfect, but try telling that to anyone who knew her in the small town she grew up in. Her friends think the world of her: a sassy, bold, and beautiful leader to their friend group. Evalyne is the girl who can call the shots and...
