[2022 WATTPAD BOOKS AWARD & WATTY WINNER: GETTING PUBLISHED 2025]
There's a boy at Evergreen High that has a different girlfriend every two weeks, and yet, none of them speak badly of him.
This perplexes Skyler Fox, a clever girl with a strong sen...
I bit down on my lower lip, trying to decide whether I believed that or not. At the same time, with all this back and forth we probably could have already had the equipment dropped off by now. Still, something just didn't feel right.
"Come on, Sky, please, help your ex debate-mate," he begged, pouting as he clasped his hands together.
I chuckled, shaking my head. Maybe I was reading too much into his behavior and he really wanted to rekindle our friendship. No one could deny his timing was horrible though.
"Fine, fine, I'll help. But let's hurry, I wasn't kidding about Mr. Stewart."
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We made small talk on our way to the classroom and I couldn't help but speed walk, wanting this over with as quickly as possible. My mind was everywhere but in the moment.
As soon as we stepped into the classroom I made a bee-line for the equipment, gathering it all into one of the plastic containers that were on the desks. A few seconds later Jake joined me which thankfully sped up the process and also ensured I didn't break any of the vials while rushing.
"Thanks for the help, this would have taken a lot longer by myself," he said once we picked up the boxes and started carrying them to the door.
"No problem, happy to help," I muttered, temporarily placing the box on one of the table so I could open the door. I didn't even remember us closing it.
Once my hand was on the doorknob, I knew we were in trouble. Big trouble.
"The door won't open." I mumbled, pulling the handle up and down frantically and trying to pull the door open with my whole strength. "It's, it's locked."
Panic started rising inside of me. We couldn't have taken more than a minute or two. How had this happened?
"It can't be locked. You're probably just not using enough strength," Jake snorted and put down the box he was carrying before taking over at the door. He wrestled with the handle, using both of his hands to try and pull the door open. After a few second he gave up and frowned. "It must be stuck or something."
The bell that signified the start of class rang and my panic grew by a hundred. The only thing Mr. Stewart hated more than people being late for his class was people skipping his class. This was going to earn me a month of detention.
"I need to get out of here," I said, going back to frantically pulling on the handle.
Jake stepped back and leaned on a table, not nearly as upset as I was about the whole stuck here and missing class situation.
"I don't think that's going to help," he said, leaning his head to the side.
Frowning, I took a few steps away from the door and let out a deep sigh.
Okay. Okay. Think, Skyler, think. We were trapped and we clearly needed help getting out.
I took out my phone and started writing out a text to Mel before I realized there was no way she could help me. She'd never check her phone during an exam.
