I walked through the vast tunnels below slaughter trying to avoid Mr Linslens poetry class it was bull shit and I hated the stupid thing, so I ran off before class and hid under the school going through the tunnels with my little candle to light my way I heard a step behind me. I turned around looking behind me
"Hello..."
"Hello?" I asked "who's there?"
"a Ggggggghhhhhhooooooosssssstttttt!"
"seriously? I sighed rolling my eyes
"oooooooooohhhhhh spoooooooooooky" He says
"Willoughby" I sighed as he came closer with his own candle "what are you doing down here?"
"trying to get out of having to run to the forest and back" he sighed
"cleg trying to make you do shit again?"
"Yeah, why are you down in the tunnels?"
"Poetry"
"Ahh. fair enough you have linslens don't you?"
"Yep, you wanna come with me?"
"Sure, you got a map?"
"Ohh no I just wonder around"
"I got a map, so just follow me," He says "so you don't get lost?" he offers his hand
"fine" I rolled my eyes taking his hand as we walked through the vast dark drippy corridors of the tunnels often times his hand would leave mine to wrap around my waist if we spotted a rat or something else to make us jump and I often had to push his hand off as he would at times even touch my butt through my skirt or try and tug my skirt up
"Willoughby. I am going to tell you once more to remove your hand from my ass and if you don't I shall shove this candle as it's still burning up your ass" I warn
"awww but It makes me calm and much less scared"
"fine but I stop pulling my skirt up" I warn
"I'll try" He smirked