Authors Note: So it's been forever. And all I did was take this chapter, tear it apart and throw in some new stuff. It's over. What better time to wrap up your most put off story than vacation, eh? Enjoy. And feel free to kill me for the long wait.

Chapter Five

So, apparently oxygen was important.

"We need to get out of here," Grace said, pulling away from Luke, her lungs screaming for fresh oxygen.

"Why?" Luke asked as he leaned his forehead against hers. Why? Was her seriously asking that? For a genius, he was such an idiot.

"Because we're stuck in a closet," she told him. "We can't stay in here forever." No matter how nice that sounded.

"Joan said she'd get us out," Luke told her. Grace raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, and that was what? An hour ago? Face it dude, she isn't coming back, we need to find a way out of here on our own. Because I don't want to stay in school, in the supply closet no less, any longer than I need to. Not too fond of small spaces, remember?" Luke nodded, about to respond when the two heard someone open the door.

"That had better be your sister," Grace said quietly. The two sunk further down against the back wall, attempting to not be seen by whoever had opened the door.

"This is your last warning Mr. Deaton. If I catch you vandalizing school property one more time, I'm expelling you."

"You have got to be kidding," Grace said under her breath. Out of all of the students and staff at the school, the one person who had to open the door was Price. It was times like these that life seriously sucked. The person Price had been talking to entered the closet, muttering some rather colorful choice words about Price under his breath and picked up a bucket from the stack of cleaning supplies in front of Grace and Luke. He then looked around the room unenthusiastically and back at Price, shrugging.

"No mop," he said. The two exchanged a look. This was just not good.

"Did you bother to look?" Price asked, entering the closet himself. The student shrugged.

"Yeah?" he said, more asking than saying he had. Grace could almost hear Price roll his eyes.

"Check behind the stack, and hurry up," Price commanded. Well.. That was it. The only left to do was get caught. He sighed and walked behind the stack, tripping over Luke's out stretched legs. He let out a shout as he fell to the ground, landing face first on that damned mop.

"What's going on back there?" Price asked, stepping behind the stack himself and spotting the three on the floor.

"Miss Polk," he said, looking down at Grace and not sounding the least bit surprised. Grace looked up at him, putting on a fake smile.

"Hello Gavin," she said.

"And Mr. Girardi," Price added, ignoring Grace. "Both of you, out. I expect to see the two of you in detention this afternoon. I thought you'd have better taste in friends Mr. Girardi." Grace stood up and grabbed Luke's arm, pulling him up with her and dragging him out of the closet.

"I just got detention," Luke said, sounding amazed.

"Yeah, I guess I'm rubbing off on you," Grace said with a smirk as the bell went off.

"Get to class. Both of you. Now," Price told the two.

Grace slammed her bag down and sunk into her desk next to Joan.

"Miss Polk, why are you tardy?" the English teacher asked as Grace pulled her headphones from her bag.

"I'm tardy because am protesting against the nature of clocks," she responded. Joan smirked.

"I expect to see you in detention tonight." Grace shrugged.

"Can't. Already booked up on detentions for the rest of the week."

"One would think you would learn from that," the teacher said, beginning the lesson before Grace could respond.

"How did you get out?" Joan asked Grace quietly once the teacher had turned her back to write something on the chalk board.

"Price let us out," Grace told her. Joan winced.

"How many detentions did he give you guys?"

"He's making us serve time after school today."

"My mother is going to freak out. What were you guys doing in there anyway?"

"According to the detention slips we were in the closet 'engaging in improper conduct'." Joan froze for a minute.

"Seriously? That's disgusting. You were making out with my brother?"

"Girardi, Polk, would you care to share this conversation with the rest of the class?" the teacher snapped.

"Not really," Grace said.

"Then I suggest you finish it after the bell." Grace rolled her eyes and put on her headphones, glancing over at Joan one last time and enjoying the look of disgust she had on her face at the thought of her brother and her best friend.

Yeah, she definitely wouldn't be telling Joan anytime soon..

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