And You Can't Tell Anyone (Track Twelve: III) 2, chapter 6
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Trying to look like they were not about to steal school property, Mike and Wren left the lair of Mr. Ashworthy. Wren was frantically trying to think up something that would distract the chemistry teacher for a long enough time, and get her out of the room. A nice huge question on mass of elements would work, but it might cause Miss Jacobs to go back into the classroom to check her books. Talking about dogs would also work, but Wren did not know if she could pad it out long enough.
Just around the corner from Jacobs' room, the two conspirators halted. Due to the fact that it was a common place for things to explode and/or catch on fire, the chemistry lab had two doors into the hallway. The plan was for Mike to enter through one, rummage in the supply cupboards along the walls (which should be locked, but Miss Jacobs never bothered to do it), and get out. Wren peeked around the corner. The tricky part would be getting Jacobs away from the room so that she could not see Mike entering or leaving.
"Dogs, dogs, dogs," she mumbled to herself.
Come on brain. Think! ..........I got it. I'll ask her what breed her dogs are and where she got them. Make it look like I want to go get one. If I'm lucky, she'll pull out a photo album or something.
"What are you two up to?"
Wren's heart started hammering wildly. She turned around, an instant lie on the tip of her tongue. She nearly collapsed with relief to see that it was only Tré. Of course, he should not know what they were up to, but it was easier to lie to someone who did not have the power to land you in detention for the rest of your life. Tré cocked his head, waiting for a reply.
"Shouldn't you be in class?" Wren attempted to change the subject.
"Shouldn't he be in class?" Tré responded.
Mike crossed his arms. "Yeah. I should be, but I'm doing other things."
"Like what? It looks like you're in some sort of stakeout."
Mike's eyes flicked over to Wren. "We're trying to get into Miss Jacobs' room. Since it's supposed to be empty."
A grin spread itself across Tré's face. "You guys are so naughty." He leaned around the corner. "That's a bit kinky. But, in the name of friendship, I'll help."
Wren could not believe her good fortune. If anyone could distract the teacher, Tré could. His blue-grey eyes twinkled as he looked Mike up and down. "Two minutes is all you need, right?"
Mike growled and cuffed him on the head. "Very funny. We'll take as long as you can give us."
This is working out better than anything I could have done.
Tré nodded. "Happy humping." He saluted and strode off down the hall.
Blushing, Wren hid back around the corner, beside Mike. There was a moment of peace, before they heard Tré's characteristic wild scream.
"Hey, you come back here young man!" Miss Jacobs screeched. "That is not yours to take."
Wren could not resist looking around the corner as Tré breezed away down the hall, old Miss Jacobs in hot pursuit. As soon as they rounded a corner, Mike and Wren darted into the chemisty lab. Mike immediately went to the cupboards and started looking.
"What do we need?" Wren asked.
"Iodine crystals, not the watery stuff. Like this." He replied as he waved a jar with the small stones within.
"That's it?" He nodded. "Good. Let's go." Wren was halfway out the door when she realized he was not following. "Not a good idea to linger at the scene of a crime." He just crossed his arms and sat up on the top of a desk. The playful look on his face was extremely tempting.
But first we have to deal with the evidence...
Before she completely lost her mind, she commanded," Wait," Briskly, she hurried out and to her locker. Carefully, she put the jar inside, and threw her coat over it in a lame attempt to conceal it. Then she hurried back to the lab. Wren halted just inside the door, torn in two separate directions by survival instinct and libido.
Tré is good with keeping people occupied. And we could shut the doors and turn out the lights. Don't I remember hearing somewhere that the doors lock as soon as they shut? We'd be okay.
Throwing caution to the wind, she ran and shut both doors. She still felt a bit apprehensive as she flicked off the lights. The windows looking outside the school had their blinds already pulled, probably because Miss Jacobs had just finished using the projector. Fortunately, there were no windows on the doors. A little danger was fun, but Wren was no exhibitionist.
When she looked over at Mike, the funny light in his eyes captivated her. In four strides, she was beside him, then on his lap. Knowing that they could not take as much time as they wanted, they kissed so that one held all the emotion of three. Wren put her face against his cheek, pressing as close as she could. Frenziedly, his hands slid under her shirt.
Wren was still worried about time, so she immediately started working on his pants. It was fast and hot, no words, just panting and frantic meetings of skin. It made Wren feel animalistic, running on nothing more than basic instinct. It had been so long. He'd not touched her since their break-up fight/make-up and that had been months ago. As if hearing her thoughts, he stopped. Confused, Wren cupped his chin and kissed him.
"Come on, what are you waiting for?"
"Wren," he hung his head, "I don't think I can do this."
She paused and looked down. "It seems to me you can." He blushed as he stroked her back. "It's alright, if you don't want to, I can wait." To show that she was not angry at him, she ruffled his hair before sliding off his legs.
He re-zipped his pants. Then he stared at his hands, and cleared his throat. "Well, let's go." From the way he hung his head, Wren got the impression he was ashamed about something.
She rested a hand on his shoulder. "Mike, it's all right. I won't hold it against you. Probably we shouldn't have started doing it in the first place."
Silently, he nodded. Then, he paused to fling his head up like a startled horse. "What's that?"
Wren stopped moving as she strained her ears. She felt the floor drop out from under herself. Someone was trying to unlock the door. Shocked, she and Mike looked at each other as they heard Miss Jacobs speak.
"Really, Mirabelle, I don't think anyone got in here. And you, Frank, how would you know, since you were leading me on some wild goose chase?"
Wren had the unpleasant sensation that she and Mike were about to be in deep trouble.
Just around the corner from Jacobs' room, the two conspirators halted. Due to the fact that it was a common place for things to explode and/or catch on fire, the chemistry lab had two doors into the hallway. The plan was for Mike to enter through one, rummage in the supply cupboards along the walls (which should be locked, but Miss Jacobs never bothered to do it), and get out. Wren peeked around the corner. The tricky part would be getting Jacobs away from the room so that she could not see Mike entering or leaving.
"Dogs, dogs, dogs," she mumbled to herself.
Come on brain. Think! ..........I got it. I'll ask her what breed her dogs are and where she got them. Make it look like I want to go get one. If I'm lucky, she'll pull out a photo album or something.
"What are you two up to?"
Wren's heart started hammering wildly. She turned around, an instant lie on the tip of her tongue. She nearly collapsed with relief to see that it was only Tré. Of course, he should not know what they were up to, but it was easier to lie to someone who did not have the power to land you in detention for the rest of your life. Tré cocked his head, waiting for a reply.
"Shouldn't you be in class?" Wren attempted to change the subject.
"Shouldn't he be in class?" Tré responded.
Mike crossed his arms. "Yeah. I should be, but I'm doing other things."
"Like what? It looks like you're in some sort of stakeout."
Mike's eyes flicked over to Wren. "We're trying to get into Miss Jacobs' room. Since it's supposed to be empty."
A grin spread itself across Tré's face. "You guys are so naughty." He leaned around the corner. "That's a bit kinky. But, in the name of friendship, I'll help."
Wren could not believe her good fortune. If anyone could distract the teacher, Tré could. His blue-grey eyes twinkled as he looked Mike up and down. "Two minutes is all you need, right?"
Mike growled and cuffed him on the head. "Very funny. We'll take as long as you can give us."
This is working out better than anything I could have done.
Tré nodded. "Happy humping." He saluted and strode off down the hall.
Blushing, Wren hid back around the corner, beside Mike. There was a moment of peace, before they heard Tré's characteristic wild scream.
"Hey, you come back here young man!" Miss Jacobs screeched. "That is not yours to take."
Wren could not resist looking around the corner as Tré breezed away down the hall, old Miss Jacobs in hot pursuit. As soon as they rounded a corner, Mike and Wren darted into the chemisty lab. Mike immediately went to the cupboards and started looking.
"What do we need?" Wren asked.
"Iodine crystals, not the watery stuff. Like this." He replied as he waved a jar with the small stones within.
"That's it?" He nodded. "Good. Let's go." Wren was halfway out the door when she realized he was not following. "Not a good idea to linger at the scene of a crime." He just crossed his arms and sat up on the top of a desk. The playful look on his face was extremely tempting.
But first we have to deal with the evidence...
Before she completely lost her mind, she commanded," Wait," Briskly, she hurried out and to her locker. Carefully, she put the jar inside, and threw her coat over it in a lame attempt to conceal it. Then she hurried back to the lab. Wren halted just inside the door, torn in two separate directions by survival instinct and libido.
Tré is good with keeping people occupied. And we could shut the doors and turn out the lights. Don't I remember hearing somewhere that the doors lock as soon as they shut? We'd be okay.
Throwing caution to the wind, she ran and shut both doors. She still felt a bit apprehensive as she flicked off the lights. The windows looking outside the school had their blinds already pulled, probably because Miss Jacobs had just finished using the projector. Fortunately, there were no windows on the doors. A little danger was fun, but Wren was no exhibitionist.
When she looked over at Mike, the funny light in his eyes captivated her. In four strides, she was beside him, then on his lap. Knowing that they could not take as much time as they wanted, they kissed so that one held all the emotion of three. Wren put her face against his cheek, pressing as close as she could. Frenziedly, his hands slid under her shirt.
Wren was still worried about time, so she immediately started working on his pants. It was fast and hot, no words, just panting and frantic meetings of skin. It made Wren feel animalistic, running on nothing more than basic instinct. It had been so long. He'd not touched her since their break-up fight/make-up and that had been months ago. As if hearing her thoughts, he stopped. Confused, Wren cupped his chin and kissed him.
"Come on, what are you waiting for?"
"Wren," he hung his head, "I don't think I can do this."
She paused and looked down. "It seems to me you can." He blushed as he stroked her back. "It's alright, if you don't want to, I can wait." To show that she was not angry at him, she ruffled his hair before sliding off his legs.
He re-zipped his pants. Then he stared at his hands, and cleared his throat. "Well, let's go." From the way he hung his head, Wren got the impression he was ashamed about something.
She rested a hand on his shoulder. "Mike, it's all right. I won't hold it against you. Probably we shouldn't have started doing it in the first place."
Silently, he nodded. Then, he paused to fling his head up like a startled horse. "What's that?"
Wren stopped moving as she strained her ears. She felt the floor drop out from under herself. Someone was trying to unlock the door. Shocked, she and Mike looked at each other as they heard Miss Jacobs speak.
"Really, Mirabelle, I don't think anyone got in here. And you, Frank, how would you know, since you were leading me on some wild goose chase?"
Wren had the unpleasant sensation that she and Mike were about to be in deep trouble.
