“WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO, KILL HIM?” I screamed, attempting to free Mr. Way to no avail.
“YES.” Frank answered, his grasp tightening on Mr. Way’s neck. I screamed again in panic as Mr. Way started coughing and struggling to breathe. Okay, NOW I understood why the annoying girls scream like idiots in movies.
I took a step back and lunged forward with all my strength to knock Frank off him. In the process my towel fell off, leaving me bare. I scurried back, my hands attempting to cover my breasts.
Frank still had a firm grasp on Mr. Way’s neck and had barely moved. It was like a mouse trying to move a rhino.
However, at this point Frank stopped squeezing and him and Mr. Way looked over to me. They both gaped like high school boys and their first playboy magazine.
“Okay, SERIOUSLY? It takes a naked girl to stop you two from killing each other?” I snapped.
This made Frank look back down to Mr. Way, who was evidently in lala land.
“DON’T FUCKING LOOK AT HER!” He yelled, resuming his attempt to choke him to death.
“Fuck. You.” Mr. Way hissed, making several attempts to kick Frank off of him.
“SHIT.” I returned to their side, pulling Frank in every direction to no avail. I looked around the room to see if I could find anything to help me.
It was a nurse’s office, there wasn’t a lot I could grab except a first aid kit. I spotted a bucket near me and crawled over to it, my eyes then shot up to the door inside the office that read ‘TOILET’. I grabbed the bucket, running over to the door and swinging it open.
It was indeed a bathroom; I ran inside, placing the bucket under the sink’s faucet and turning it on. By the time the bucket was filled and I’d made my way back over to them their positions had switched and Mr. Way was now the one choking Frank.
“GOD DAMMIT! STOP IT!” I screamed, emptying the bucket over their bodies.
Now why did I think that would get their attention.
They continued to fight, ignoring my efforts. I looked around the room again, trying to think fast. Suddenly I remembered something I saw in a scary movie where a girl was trying to fight off an axe murderer rapist.
My eyes widened and I ran over to Mr. Way’s side. First giving a strong tug at his arms to see if he’d listen to me. Fuck, he was as stubborn as Frank.
“Please forgive me Mr. Way.” I whimpered before biting down on his shoulder as hard as I possibly could. He screamed in pain, letting go of his hold on Frank.
Frank took this as his chance to push Mr. Way off him, but just as he was going to jump on him I jumped in between, getting on top of Mr. Way instead. We were all now a naked sandwich.
Before any of us could react, I heard footsteps running down the hall. My eyes widened in fear.
“Lana what do you think you’re doing?!“ Frank fumed as he realized what I'd done. I tried to ignore the fact I was pressed between two shirtless men, naked, to warn them of the approaching person.
“There’s someone com-“ My words were cut off by the gasp of a familiar older woman standing in the doorway. It was Mrs. Smith, the school librarian.
Well, too late.
“Oh! Oh heaven’s! I thought I heard fighting. I thought-! Mr. Way! What on earth!” Mrs. Smith suddenly fainted with a jumble of gasps and ‘Oh no’s!’ escaping her mouth. It was just too much for the poor woman to take in. My guess, she thought she’d just walked in on a student-teacher orgy.
She hit the floor almost immediately, I could see from where I was standing her head banged against the corner of a table on her way down. This produced a huge cracking sound that resounded throughout the entire room.
We all looked at each other almost simultaneously, our expressions reading something like ‘Oh shit’. I squirmed my way out of the man sandwich, running over to her unconscious body.
“MRS. SMITH! Mrs. Smith are you alright?!” I called to her; she was unresponsive. Frank and Mr. Way seemed to remain petrified and I groaned. Why was it the 17-year old girl had to be the adult in the situation!?
I lifted her head, shuttering as I felt wetness spill through my hands, I looked down to see a puddle of blood forming. I let out a small scream and tilted her head back to check her airway for breathing. Something wasn’t right. Did her neck snap?
I pressed my ear to her chest, my fingers simultaneously reaching for her wrist to check for a pulse. Nothing.
“Sh-She’s dead!” I shrieked.
Chapter Eight
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