“Guys, I can go grocery shopping by myself, I do it every week.” You tried to explain, watching the team fidget with putting coms in their ears and plan disguises. “Things are dangerous out there,” said Tony, pulling a baseball cap on. You didn’t think it was much of a disguise. He just looked ready for Red Sox season now.
“We just want to make sure you’re safe.” Steve came over, placing a large hand on your shoulder, smiling down at you. What? Was the lettuce going to attack? You sighed, knowing there was no disagreeing with them. Slipping on your jacket you headed for the door, boys in tow.
you, idiot: whole wheat bread is good because its common knowledge me, after watching 3 food industry documentaries, knowing that a can of coke gives me less sugar than the same amount of whole wheat bread, also knowing that i will never have a heart attack: (wraps meat and vegetables in lettuce) I cant read suddenly
“Y/n and Sammy, tisk tisk tisk. Why cant the both of you stay out of trouble? I just dont understand it.” The school disciplinarian asked Sammy and I.
She looked at us and raised a curious brow. “In the last five months both of you have been in my office seventeen times. Thats record braking.” She spat. “But both of you will be in, in school suspension for 2 weeks with Mrs. Trish.” She declared
I groaned and sat back in my chair “Your the one who chooses to make bad decisions and you must deal with the consequences.” She snapped.
“Alright go to the ISS room Mrs. Trish should be in there.” She instructed pointing her bony finger at the door.
Sammy and I got up out of our chairs. I smoothed my hand over my uniform skirt and walked out of her office.
We walked through the silent halls together. He leaned over and whispered into my ear. “Damn y/n you look so fucking good in that skirt I might nut off in my pants just looking at you.” He whispered sneaking a quick slap to my rear end.
I took a seat in one of the 10 empty desks in the ISS room, Sammy sat in the desk to my left. I was surprised to see that the room was completely empty except for Sammy and I and Mrs. Trish, who was sitting behind her desk attacking a salad.
light knock alerts you. The clock on the wall reads one am, who the fuck would
come to your place at this hour? Your eyebrows knit in confusion, no family or
friends told you they were going to be stopping by. No crazy ex-boyfriend crying
his eyes out, drunk off his ass asking you to take him back again. That was a
pause the movie playing, deciding to investigate. Maybe something interesting
will happen tonight. A change in pace would be great, almost seemingly desirable
for the past boring year.