Punk 57
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I’ve only risked this a few times in the past couple of weeks, but I’m tired of mooching off Dane for his shower, too. And plus, I could take all night here if I wanted. Even the couches in the library are more comfortable than the Cove.
I grab a towel and strip, stepping into a stall and turning on the water. The hot spray spreads chills down my body, and I damn near groan at the pleasure. This is definitely a perk of not living at the Cove. I miss my shower at home with my dry-erase marker I used to write on the wall and all the time alone I want.
I wash my hair and body, savoring the soothing temperature of the water probably longer than I should. As soon as I’m done, I dry off and dress in a clean pair of jeans and a black thermal, packing my dirty clothes back in my bag.
But suddenly I hear a beeping and then quick stutters of white noise. I freeze, training my ears.
“Yeah,” a male voice says. “I’ll sweep down here and meet you upstairs.”
“Shit!” I whisper. I stuff the rest of my clothes in the bag and jump behind a row of lockers just as the door opens.
Fuck. Okay, my car’s not in the school parking lot, I closed the window on the way in, I picked up all my shit, and … My eyes fall on the steam from my shower still floating around the ceiling.
Son of a bitch.
I peer around the corner, seeing the security guard flash his light into the shower. My fucking heart pounds in my chest, and I shoot a glance to the window, knowing there’s no way I’m getting out that way. Darting my eyes to him once again, I see him check out the steam hovering high and then immediately shoot his light around, looking for me. He knows someone’s here.
I bolt. Twisting on my heel, I dart down the row of lockers and swing open the door, a huge creak filling the quiet.
“Hey!” he shouts. And then I hear him getting on his radio, alerting the other one.
I bypass the nearest stairwell and race for the next one, skipping steps as I charge up to the main level, carrying my bag. I enter the hallway and glance in both directions, taking off left and jogging down the next hallway, keeping my eyes and ears peeled.
I pass exits chained shut, and I keep running, searching for a way out.
But then I pass the cafeteria and see something written on the windows looking in. I slow down, glancing around me to make sure the guards aren’t coming.
I read the message.
I see you, like pictures in a frame,
But I can’t touch, and I can’t be the same.
-Punk
I smile to myself. Looks like the little punk struck again.
The message is spray-painted in dark blue in two lines across all four of the large windows. Is he getting in the same way I have been? And even better, how is he getting out through the chains and without setting off the alarms?
I look around, trying to figure out which window I should try to slip out of, but then I hear another door swing open, and I take off. I run down the hallway from one door to another, twisting knobs to check for open classrooms.
The Physics lab Ryen and I were in two days ago opens, and I dart inside just as I see the glow of a flashlight bobbing up and down the floor from the other hallway.
Closing the door gently, I scan the room, seeing the supply closet. Heading over, I open it and dart inside.
I hear a small gasp.
From right behind me.
Every hair on my arms stand on end, and I turn around, my mouth suddenly dry.
I’m not alone in here.
Reaching up, I grab the chain for the light, but a soft hand takes mine and pulls it down.
“No,” a female voice whispers. “They’ll see the light.”
Ryen?
I blink, trying to get my eyes to adjust to the darkness, but she pulls me back, leading me around the partition of shelves to the other side, by the window. Moonlight streams through, and I see she’s wearing some black shorts and her rash guard. She must’ve been teaching lessons tonight. Her hair hangs loose and kinky from air drying, and she clutches the loop of a black backpack in her hand.
“What are you doing here?” I ask her.
She stands close, her breathing shaky and nervous. “Nothing.”
“Ryen—”
“Shh!” She grabs my wrists and pulls me down, both of us squatting low as I notice the muffled sound of talking coming from the lab.
“No, I heard a door shut,” one of the guards says.
“This was the only door open,” another says. “You check it out. I’m going to search the cafeteria.”
I hear her shallow breathing as both of us look to the crack under the door, seeing the glow of a flashlight. Shit.
I look back to Ryen and suddenly drop my eyes, stopping. There’s something on her hands.
I shoot my eyes back up to her and then back down, taking one of her hands and turning it over.
Blue paint.
Or blue…spray paint.
I survey the smudges all over her fingers and palm as realization starts to hit.
Holy shit.
I look up again, locking eyes with her. Well, well, well…
“You just got a whole lot more interesting.”
Fear flashes in her eyes, and she pulls her hand away, her breaths sounding like she’s about to cry.
I smirk, and she shoots a glance to the door and then back to me. “Please don’t say anything,” she begs in a whisper.
Why would I say anything? This is hilarious. Ryen Trevarrow, Queen Good Girl, sneaks into the school at night, breaking more than one law, to anonymously leave messages and air dirty secrets for the student body right under their noses.
I grab a towel and strip, stepping into a stall and turning on the water. The hot spray spreads chills down my body, and I damn near groan at the pleasure. This is definitely a perk of not living at the Cove. I miss my shower at home with my dry-erase marker I used to write on the wall and all the time alone I want.
I wash my hair and body, savoring the soothing temperature of the water probably longer than I should. As soon as I’m done, I dry off and dress in a clean pair of jeans and a black thermal, packing my dirty clothes back in my bag.
But suddenly I hear a beeping and then quick stutters of white noise. I freeze, training my ears.
“Yeah,” a male voice says. “I’ll sweep down here and meet you upstairs.”
“Shit!” I whisper. I stuff the rest of my clothes in the bag and jump behind a row of lockers just as the door opens.
Fuck. Okay, my car’s not in the school parking lot, I closed the window on the way in, I picked up all my shit, and … My eyes fall on the steam from my shower still floating around the ceiling.
Son of a bitch.
I peer around the corner, seeing the security guard flash his light into the shower. My fucking heart pounds in my chest, and I shoot a glance to the window, knowing there’s no way I’m getting out that way. Darting my eyes to him once again, I see him check out the steam hovering high and then immediately shoot his light around, looking for me. He knows someone’s here.
I bolt. Twisting on my heel, I dart down the row of lockers and swing open the door, a huge creak filling the quiet.
“Hey!” he shouts. And then I hear him getting on his radio, alerting the other one.
I bypass the nearest stairwell and race for the next one, skipping steps as I charge up to the main level, carrying my bag. I enter the hallway and glance in both directions, taking off left and jogging down the next hallway, keeping my eyes and ears peeled.
I pass exits chained shut, and I keep running, searching for a way out.
But then I pass the cafeteria and see something written on the windows looking in. I slow down, glancing around me to make sure the guards aren’t coming.
I read the message.
I see you, like pictures in a frame,
But I can’t touch, and I can’t be the same.
-Punk
I smile to myself. Looks like the little punk struck again.
The message is spray-painted in dark blue in two lines across all four of the large windows. Is he getting in the same way I have been? And even better, how is he getting out through the chains and without setting off the alarms?
I look around, trying to figure out which window I should try to slip out of, but then I hear another door swing open, and I take off. I run down the hallway from one door to another, twisting knobs to check for open classrooms.
The Physics lab Ryen and I were in two days ago opens, and I dart inside just as I see the glow of a flashlight bobbing up and down the floor from the other hallway.
Closing the door gently, I scan the room, seeing the supply closet. Heading over, I open it and dart inside.
I hear a small gasp.
From right behind me.
Every hair on my arms stand on end, and I turn around, my mouth suddenly dry.
I’m not alone in here.
Reaching up, I grab the chain for the light, but a soft hand takes mine and pulls it down.
“No,” a female voice whispers. “They’ll see the light.”
Ryen?
I blink, trying to get my eyes to adjust to the darkness, but she pulls me back, leading me around the partition of shelves to the other side, by the window. Moonlight streams through, and I see she’s wearing some black shorts and her rash guard. She must’ve been teaching lessons tonight. Her hair hangs loose and kinky from air drying, and she clutches the loop of a black backpack in her hand.
“What are you doing here?” I ask her.
She stands close, her breathing shaky and nervous. “Nothing.”
“Ryen—”
“Shh!” She grabs my wrists and pulls me down, both of us squatting low as I notice the muffled sound of talking coming from the lab.
“No, I heard a door shut,” one of the guards says.
“This was the only door open,” another says. “You check it out. I’m going to search the cafeteria.”
I hear her shallow breathing as both of us look to the crack under the door, seeing the glow of a flashlight. Shit.
I look back to Ryen and suddenly drop my eyes, stopping. There’s something on her hands.
I shoot my eyes back up to her and then back down, taking one of her hands and turning it over.
Blue paint.
Or blue…spray paint.
I survey the smudges all over her fingers and palm as realization starts to hit.
Holy shit.
I look up again, locking eyes with her. Well, well, well…
“You just got a whole lot more interesting.”
Fear flashes in her eyes, and she pulls her hand away, her breaths sounding like she’s about to cry.
I smirk, and she shoots a glance to the door and then back to me. “Please don’t say anything,” she begs in a whisper.
Why would I say anything? This is hilarious. Ryen Trevarrow, Queen Good Girl, sneaks into the school at night, breaking more than one law, to anonymously leave messages and air dirty secrets for the student body right under their noses.
