Lexie's POV
There's nothing more awkward then falling on the floor because you spontaneously decided to do a happy dance on someone's shoulders.
No, scratch that. There's nothing more awkward then falling on top of someone on the floor, and finding yourself face to face with their crotch.
"Fuck" Cameron hisses and rolls off of me with a grunt. "What the hell just happened?"
"The sky fell!" I exclaim dramatically sitting up. "Didn't you notice?"
"I'm serious" he laughs. "Why the hell did you think dancing on my shoulders was a good idea? That's like me suddenly deciding that playing real-life subway surfers is a good idea."
Standing up, I turn to look at Cameron whose laying spread out on the floor. "Relax. It's not like I just endangered your life or anything."
He nods. "True."
"Will you get up? I don't particularly fancy staying in this room another minute."
He moves to stand up but freezes. "Lexie.." He says slowly.
"What?"
He stays silent and I follow his gaze to the floor near his head.
And on the floor there rests a used condom.
Holy shit.
Cameron let's out a very unmanly scream, and rolls away from the condom like looking at it too long will give him an STD or something.
"That's disgusting" I grimace giving him my hand which he grabs and uses to pull himself off the floor.
"Tell me about it" Cameron shudders, patting himself down. "Thank god we didn't fall on it, or you would find me lodging it somewhere unpleasant."
I make a face. "Seriously, can we just finish and get out of here? This place gives me the creeps."
Cameron and I realized around half an hour ago that we wouldn't survive staying in this school another minute (metaphorically). So, like the genius that I am, I came up with the most brilliant escape plan man has ever seen.
We're currently standing in the janitors closet on the third floor of the school. Normally I wouldn't consider standing in the janitors closet disturbing, but this particular closet was abandoned by the school faculty long ago.
Now all it's used for are hookups. Cue the condom and a bunch of empty wrappers littering the ground.
Seriously, could they not keep it in their pants long enough for school to be over?
Anyway, I came up with what I'm calling operation window because I realized that the only way to communicate with anyone from outside the school was through a open window. The problem is that although they managed to lock us in the school, they remembered to close all the windows.
Hence the whole opening the window extravaganza.
"Here."
I look at Cameron and see him holding a can out to me. "Thanks" I say lightly grabbing it from his hand.
"Just so you know" Cameron states grabbing his own can. "I think this is a really bad and ridiculous idea."
"It's a brilliant idea."
"So far I've had a woman fall on top of me, and I've almost got a face full of someone's little swimmers" he states grimacing. "I would hardly call this a brilliant plan."
I shrug. "It's our only hope."
Rolling his eyes, he sighs. "We're not in the Hunger Games, Lexie. We can wait till the week is over."
"You can, I can't. I'm convinced that I've already lost a couple pounds due to a constant diet of Twizzlers and expired cookies."
He laughs. "That's true."
I glare at him. "Are you saying that I lost weight and you can tell?" I exclaim loudly pretending to look offended.
"N-no you did" he stammers looking nervous. "I promise."
"Liar! You think that I'm too skinny!"
"No" he protests but I cut him off.
"I can't believe you would say that, never mind to a teenage girl with insecurities and who's currently PMSing!"
"I wasn't I swear!" He says with wide eyes.
I try to compose my face, but I burst out laughing at him. "Oh-oh m-m-my god y-your face!"
The poor boy looks like he was just told that his dog had died. "What?"
I continue laughing and bend over, holding my knees. "I can't breath" I laugh clutching my side.
Cameron seems to finally catch into the fact I was messing with him because he glares and playfully slaps my shoulder. "That wasn't funny."
"It so was" I grin sobering up.
"Wasn't."
I snort. "Your face was a youtube moment."
"You're mean." He gives me a cute pout making his cheeks look like a chipmunks. I have the sudden urge to squeeze them....
So I do.
"What the hell?" He exclaims dropping the can on the ground and holding his cheeks. "That hurt."
"Relax", I roll my eyes. "I didn't even pinch them hard."
His stare is bewildered. "Mind explaining to me why my cheeks look a baboons ass?"
I open my mouth to response but he cuts me off. "At least now I know how you feel all the time."
I blush and shrug. "One, I don't blush because of you. And second, they just looked really squishy so I went for it."
He raises an eyebrow. "Good to know. And I never said anything about me making you blush."
I pretend to ignore his statement and tighten my grip on the can. "Can we continue my ingenious plan now? I'm about to go crazy standing in this room."
Thankfully he goes along with my obvious change of subject, and nods. "Go ahead. And try not to hit anyone on the head."
I laugh. "Please. I'll be lucky to even make it out the window."
Throwing has never been my strong suit.
***
"From now on I'm going to be wearing safety gear at all times around you", Cameron grumbles as I inspect his head.
"It was just a can."
"My head hurts" he grumbles like a three year old.
After my inspection, I come to the conclusion that Cameron doesn't have any brain damage or anything. Just a bruise.
"Well, the good thing is that you're going to live" I exclaim happily making him groan.
"That's amazing" he replies dryly. "Tell that to my head. I can't feel it."
Does he usually feel his head?
"Of course you can't feel it" I smirk, "that would require intelligence."
He laughs sarcastically. "You're hilarious."
"I know!" I give him a cheesy smile. "Thanks for noticing."
He rolls his eyes.
"What time is it?" I ask, suddenly realizing that I've left Maya all alone in a school for a while now.
"We've been missing for around two hours" Cameron replies quickly checking his phone. "Wait.... Make that three ."
"Shit" I mutter grabbing Cameron's hand and pulling him out if the room quickly. "We need to go."
"Why?" He asks curiously as I pull him down the hallway. "It's not like we have somewhere else to be."
"Maya has been all alone for three hours now with Jason and Ian! What do you think is wrong?" I exclaim.
"Shit" he mutters, gripping my hand tightly.
As soon as we reach the first floor, I hear muffled yelling coming from within the closed teachers lounge.
"LET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" I hear Maya yell followed by a loud crash.
Cameron looks at me slowly. "I almost don't want to go in..."
"CALM DOWN WOMAN!" I hear Jason cry in response.
There's a few moments of silence before I hear Jason yell once again. "CALM DOWN I HAVE A BROOM AND IM NOT AFRAID TO USE IT!"
"YOU LITTLE B-"
That's apparently enough for Cameron, because with a dejected look aimed at me, he uses his free hand to push open the door.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" He yells interrupting what looks like a fight between Jason, a broom and a closet door.
"Oh, hey Cameron" Ian casually replies from where he's laying across Maya's couch.
Wouldn't want mine to get cooties or anything...
"Hey" Cameron replies sarcastically narrowing his eyes. "Mind saying why Jason is using a broom to beat up a door?"
"It attacked him" Ian shrugs rolling onto his stomach.
"Hey, Cameron?" Jason asks slowly making us turn to look at him. "Why are you holding hands?" His eyes fall to our clasped hands.
"THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS?" I hear Maya's voice shriek from inside the closet. "LET ME OUT OF HERE NOW!"
Realizing that we are indeed still holding hands, Cameron and I quickly drop them, catching Jason's attention.
He wiggles his eyes brows.
I ignore him and grab the broom out of his hands. "Why are you hitting a door with a broom?"
"I was trying to break it down" he shrugs sheepishly.
"Idiot" Cameron mutters slapping him upside the head. "That's not even going to break a chair."
"Hey" Jason whines rubbing the back of his head. "In my defense, I've never really tried to break down a door before."
"Neither have I, and even I know not to use a broom. Never Mind one that's made of plastic."
Jason sticks his tongue out.
"Can someone let me out, or are you planning to kill me? If so just do it already."
Oh yeah. Maya's in the closet.
"Why are you in a closet?" I ask loudly standing In front of the door. "I wasn't aware that it was one of your weird fetishes."
"You're hilarious" she deadpans. "Now get me out of here. It smells."
"Like what?"
"LEXIE!"
"MAYA."
"Get me out of here" she says and I can imagine her pouting, "please?"
I roll my eyes and turn to a guilty looking Jason. "Why is my friend locked in a closet?"
"It was a joke" Ian answers for him, having finally gotten his lazy ass off the couch. "We didn't know she would get locked inside."
"A joke?" I repeat slowly, "what kind of a joke involved her getting locked in a closet?"
"They tricked me" Maya answers from inside, "I was talking to them about how unrealistic horror movies are, and Ian told me that the closet was haunted."
"So you got inside..." I ask slowly.
She sighs. "Naturally I told them that they were both morons, but they pretended not to believe me, and dared me to go inside and prove them wrong."
I cut her off. "Again.... AND YOU DID IT?"
"Anyway", she adds loudly, "they locked me inside and now I can't get out."
"The three of you are idiots" Cameron states chuckling at the ridiculousness of the situation. "Where's the key?"
Jason and Ian remain silent.
"Well....." Maya's impatient voice comes from the closet, "is anyone going to answer the question as to why I'm still locked inside here?"
Silence.
"Jason" Cameron mutters.
"Ian did it" Jason shoots pointing a finger accusatively at a smirking Ian.
"Was not" he rolls his eyes, "this was all Jason's big head and extreme amount of stupidity."
"Hey! My mom says that my head is so big because of the amount of brains I have. I am not stupid."
"I rest my case" he mutters.
"Will someone just man up?" Maya yells. "This bickering is not really helping my predicament."
"Who has the key?" Cameron asks impatiently.
Jason sighs. "I gave it to Maya."
"WHAT?!" Maya, Cameron and I yell at the same time.
He shrugs. "I didn't realize that you can only unlock the door from outside."
Maya starts cursing him out in a language that I've never heard before.
Amen to that.
***
"Do you have a credit card?" Cameron asks us impatiently.
"What?"
"Idiots" he mutters reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a wallet that I've attempted to steal many times.
Oh yeah. He wants to use it to unlock the door.
"What's that for?" Jason asks curiously, as we watch Cameron stick a VISA card into the slot between the door and door frame.
"What do you think it's for, idiot?" Ian groans flopping back down onto a sofa, this time mine.
Damn it.
"Come on" Cameron mutters. He's concentrating, and his tongue is sticking out of the side of his mouth.
Cute.
"Do you need help?" I ask, joining him when I notice that he's having difficulty.
"I got it" he mutters and I snort.
Men and their stupid egos.
After his tenth try and a lot of grumbling, I snatch it out of his hand and stick it in the slot.
It clicks open.
"I loosened it for you" Cameron states snatching it back out of my hand. "And don't touch my card."
"No you didn't, and I'll do what I want."
Cameron opens his mouth to respond, but the door swings open and Maya barrels out of it, knocking into him and making him fly across the floor.
Damn.
"Ouch" he mutters into the floor and I bend over with my hands on my knees, laughing at him.
"Y-you just literally flew!" I howl and fall to the floor. "Holy shit!"
"IM FREE!" Maya screeches waving her hands in the air before kicking Jason in the shin. Hard.
"What the hell?" He yells jumping on one foot and holding his leg. "What was that for?"
"What do you think it was for, idiot? That's for locking me in a closet..... And then practically losing the key."
"That wasn't my fault!"
"Oh yeah? So the key just magically ended up in my pocket?"
"Yes" he nods looking completely serious.
"You-"
I tune them out and turn to look at Cameron who's laying still on the ground. "Are you going to get up anytime soon?"
"Nope."
"Why not."
"I can't."
"Why?" I ask curiously bending down. "Do you need help?"
"No."
"Well then, what?" I ask feeling myself getting frustrated, "I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong."
"I don't need your help" he mutters.
"Fine" I roll my eyes. "Have fun getting to second base with the floor."
"I will."
I turn to walk away but Cameron quickly grabs my ankle making me roll my eyes once again. "I told you, Cameron. I'm not helping you."
"I don't need your help" he says slowly. "Can you get Jason? I need to talk to him."
"What about?"
"I don't really think that's any of your business."
"It is if I'm going to help you."
He sighs. "Fine. It's my back, okay? Now can you pretty please get Jason with a cherry-on-top?"
I know how bad his back is, so I nod making him release me.
***
"Jason, Cameron needs you" I say looking up and expecting to see him and Maya yelling at each other.
I didn't however, predict that they would be in a full out war. Maya is literally standing on one table, while Jason attempts to push her off of it.
How long was I gone?
"STOP IT JASON" she shouts pushing away his hands.
"NO. YOU PUSHED ME OFF MINE SO IM GOING TO PUSH YOU OFF THIS ONE!" He yells back with a red face.
"YOU LITTLE-"
"GUYS" I yell catching their attention. "Can you please shut up? Cameron needs serious help."
"What?" Jason asks abandoning Maya and joining me. "With what?"
I shrug. "He wouldn't tell me. All he said was that he wanted to talk to you or something."
Jason furrows his eyebrows and walks to where Cameron is chilling on the floor.
I try not to eavesdrop, I really do. But my usual nosy self takes over and I can't help it.
"What's wrong man?" Jason asks kneeling on the ground. "Why are you laying on the ground?"
"I fell."
"So...?"
"My back" Cameron mumbles making Jason's eyes widen, and he seems to know exactly what Cameron is talking about.
"Shit dude. Do you have the pills she prescribed you?"
"No" Cameron snaps, "I left them in my suitcase, which is currently vacationing in Hawaii, like we should be."
"Damn" Jason whistles. "That sucks."
"No shit sherlock."
"Do you want Ian and I to find you some? I'm sure the nurses office has."
Cameron slowly nods. "Thanks man."
Jason stands up and turns in our direction, so I quickly turn around and pretend I wasn't eavesdropping.
"I know you were listening" he mutters walking past me.
I cross my arms. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Sure you don't."
"What's wrong?" Ian asks once he notices Jason's annoyance.
"The stupid idiot forgot his pills" he mutters making Ian groan.
"Are you fucking serious?"
"Yeah. He asked me to go get them for him, seeing as he can't move and all."
"I'll come" Ian says quickly, standing up and heading towards the door. "I'm pretty sick of this room."
"Same" I agree. "I'll come."
Jason, Ian and Maya look at me surprised. I shrug. "What? I happen to enjoy going to the nurses office. Free lollypops."
"Fine" Jason mutters, and I follow him and Ian out the door. "Let's just hurry. I'm sure the floor isn't very comfortable."
"Bring me one too!" Maya yells before the door slams closed behind us.