I'd never been in this part of the school before, in my three years of coming here. The hallways were darker, more narrow, but my voice carried and bounced back to us as if we were in a mountain cave.
"Where the hell are we going?" I demanded, digging my nails into the back of Cato's hand.
"Stop doing that," he hissed. "Jesus Christ, that hurts."
"Where the hell are we going," I repeated.
He sighed. "There's a bunch of empty classrooms back here. When the school zones changed, a bunch of kids when to Bolton, so there's a whole wing that used to house the upperclassmen's Social Science and language classes."
"And we're going to hang out in an empty classroom to do what, exactly?"
I could tell by the little half-grin on his face that he knew I already knew the answer.
A/N: This one is short. It isn't very well-written but I liked the idea.
-Savanna :)
