And You Can't Tell Anyone (Track Twelve: III) 2, chapter 5
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Wren slogged her way through the history test with disturbing ease. It was so easy (for most of the questions) she pessimistically wondered if she had somehow misinterpreted them and had them all horribly wrong. She was deeply into trying to convince herself that she had indeed failed when she moved onto her next class, which was the spare. Upon entering the library, she settled down in a remote corner to daydream. Dreams materialized into reality as Mike slid into a chair beside her.
"Hey," he greeted her in the hushed tone that the librarian, Mr. Ashworthy, insisted everyone use upon pain of death.
Wren was surprised to see him. "Hey," she whispered back. "Aren't you supposed to be in English or something?"
"I won't tell if you won't. Besides, I need your help."
"What for?"
He leaned in even closer. "I got this idea for the Game. I need your help."
"With what exactly?"
He lowered his blue gaze to the tabletop. "I need you to distract Miss Jacobs. So, I can get into the chem lab."
"So you can what?" Wren yelped.
She received an instant glare from Mr. Ashworthy. "Miss Wren, and Mr. Micheal, must I remind you that this is a library? If you cannot remain quiet, I will have to ask you to leave."
Wren nodded furiously, and bent over so her forehead was touching Mike's. "Did you just say what I thought you said? Mike, if you get caught, you'll get expelled. No second chances. Is that worth a stupid prank?"
He tried a careless grin. "I'll only get kicked out if I get caught. And I won't get caught, I swear."
"What do you want in the chem lab for?" Wren hissed.
"I need some chemicals," he replied smartly.
"Well, no shit, Sherlock. I don't think burning off their faces with acid counts as a good prank."
"I'm not going to hurt them, just scare 'em a bit."
"Seriously, in the priority list, I think high school diploma comes before dignity. How can you be all protective over me and then try to pull this?"
"Wren, please. It won't be hard. Jacobs is a crazy old dingbat, she won't notice a thing." He made a pleading puppy-dog face. "Please?"
"First, you tell me what is it that you need to get so badly that we can't go buy it down at the store. What are you doing with them?"
"I want to make a pressure sensitive explosive." Wren was so stunned she could only blink. "I only need one thing, because we can go buy the other at the store."
"Oh, gee," Wren said with faux relief. "And here I was worried you were going to make some acid. An explosive is sooooo much safer." It took all her willpower not to smack him upside the head. "What are you thinking? Do you even know how to do it without getting blown up?"
"The guys I talked to they said all you have to do is put the things together, it makes a goo and powder, you get rid of the goo and wait for the other stuff to dry. It only takes a few minutes. We just gotta be careful not to get it on us."
"Why? Because it will eat through the skin too? Acidic and explosive, sounds like good clean potentially fatal fun." Wren raised an eyebrow.
"No, it just leaves a stain, that's all. And we aren't talking fire and death explosions, I mean like bang, pop, you know."
Wren chewed on her lip for a bit. "Fine, I'll help you." He broke into a happy grin that was reward enough for agreeing. "But if you get caught, I'm going to beat your ass."
He chuckled as he gave her a furtive kiss. "I understand. Now, Jacobs has a spare period right now. Let's go get the stuff. You distract, and I'll nick."
"And what do I distract her with? I'm not good at this, I'm too much of a goody-goody."
"Just start babbling about atoms or something. Don't you have some huge formula you can get her talking on? C'mon, she is like the easiest person in the world to distract. She has a trillion dogs that she's always talking about. Go with that."
"So, you get some sort of chemical, and what do I get?"
He ran his finger along the underside of her chin. "How about a nice little romp in the supply closet?"
"Can I raincheck that for tonight? Maybe go out for a celebratory dinner."
"Of course. Anything for my partner in crime."
"Hey," he greeted her in the hushed tone that the librarian, Mr. Ashworthy, insisted everyone use upon pain of death.
Wren was surprised to see him. "Hey," she whispered back. "Aren't you supposed to be in English or something?"
"I won't tell if you won't. Besides, I need your help."
"What for?"
He leaned in even closer. "I got this idea for the Game. I need your help."
"With what exactly?"
He lowered his blue gaze to the tabletop. "I need you to distract Miss Jacobs. So, I can get into the chem lab."
"So you can what?" Wren yelped.
She received an instant glare from Mr. Ashworthy. "Miss Wren, and Mr. Micheal, must I remind you that this is a library? If you cannot remain quiet, I will have to ask you to leave."
Wren nodded furiously, and bent over so her forehead was touching Mike's. "Did you just say what I thought you said? Mike, if you get caught, you'll get expelled. No second chances. Is that worth a stupid prank?"
He tried a careless grin. "I'll only get kicked out if I get caught. And I won't get caught, I swear."
"What do you want in the chem lab for?" Wren hissed.
"I need some chemicals," he replied smartly.
"Well, no shit, Sherlock. I don't think burning off their faces with acid counts as a good prank."
"I'm not going to hurt them, just scare 'em a bit."
"Seriously, in the priority list, I think high school diploma comes before dignity. How can you be all protective over me and then try to pull this?"
"Wren, please. It won't be hard. Jacobs is a crazy old dingbat, she won't notice a thing." He made a pleading puppy-dog face. "Please?"
"First, you tell me what is it that you need to get so badly that we can't go buy it down at the store. What are you doing with them?"
"I want to make a pressure sensitive explosive." Wren was so stunned she could only blink. "I only need one thing, because we can go buy the other at the store."
"Oh, gee," Wren said with faux relief. "And here I was worried you were going to make some acid. An explosive is sooooo much safer." It took all her willpower not to smack him upside the head. "What are you thinking? Do you even know how to do it without getting blown up?"
"The guys I talked to they said all you have to do is put the things together, it makes a goo and powder, you get rid of the goo and wait for the other stuff to dry. It only takes a few minutes. We just gotta be careful not to get it on us."
"Why? Because it will eat through the skin too? Acidic and explosive, sounds like good clean potentially fatal fun." Wren raised an eyebrow.
"No, it just leaves a stain, that's all. And we aren't talking fire and death explosions, I mean like bang, pop, you know."
Wren chewed on her lip for a bit. "Fine, I'll help you." He broke into a happy grin that was reward enough for agreeing. "But if you get caught, I'm going to beat your ass."
He chuckled as he gave her a furtive kiss. "I understand. Now, Jacobs has a spare period right now. Let's go get the stuff. You distract, and I'll nick."
"And what do I distract her with? I'm not good at this, I'm too much of a goody-goody."
"Just start babbling about atoms or something. Don't you have some huge formula you can get her talking on? C'mon, she is like the easiest person in the world to distract. She has a trillion dogs that she's always talking about. Go with that."
"So, you get some sort of chemical, and what do I get?"
He ran his finger along the underside of her chin. "How about a nice little romp in the supply closet?"
"Can I raincheck that for tonight? Maybe go out for a celebratory dinner."
"Of course. Anything for my partner in crime."
