"Oh crap." Jacob Grimm, a young boy of fifteen said.
What was he 'oh crapping' about? Well he could hear footsteps on the stairs.
Yes, I know usually not an 'oh crap' moment but, Jake, was not up to his normal activities...namely he was making out with a cute girl, whilst trying to forget about his algebra homework.
So then he did something which the girl did not appreciate.
At all.
"Quick get in here!" He whisper hissed, half shoving her into his smelly closet.
knock knock
Those were the knocks of his father and any hope he had that it was just, Hank, was diminished quickly.
He answered the door...and his father looked at him suspiciously for a second. Then he noticed his brother smirking behind him, traitor.
"I heard a...rumor that you had gotten detention for a week and suspended for two days?" His dad said.
Wonder where that rumor came from.
"Yes, Jake do tell us why you got a detention?" Henry mocked in a sing song voice.
"I may have gone...skinny dipping with the principal's daughter?" It sounded like a question. "Then called him a fat old goat with issues." He said grinning remembering that particular night.
His father shook his head.
"Jake, your lucky you didn't get expelled." His father said sternly.
"Excuse me dad I have to get my socks out of the closet." Henry said grinning evilly at his brother.
"You can't open that door!" Jake said standing in front of it.
"Why not?" Henry asked, smirking.
"B-B-Because I uh...put your birthday present in it." He finished.
"My birthday present?" Hank asked unsure of his brothers stupidness, "My birthday isn't for another nine months!"
"Look, Jacob just let Henry, get his socks." his father flung open the closet door.
"Oh crap."
"Fudge sticks." Daphne said.
She could hear someone on the stairs.
Not usually a...'Fudge sticks' moment but Daphne was making out with someone, someone she never would have made out with ever.
Pinocchio.
"Quick get in the closet." Yes the very same closet that used to be Jake's all those years ago, all though slightly less smelly.
"I hardly think that it would be dignified for me to get into my own closet. In fact it would be much more logical to assume the person walking toward my room wants to see me. Not you."
Daphne blinked.
"Fine I'll get in the stupid closet!" She whisper hissed.
"As you should I mean it's ridiculous to think I would get into my own closet in my own room." Pinocchio whispered to himself a gawky teenager of fifteen and a nerd. Daphne had been secretly dating him for five months.
There was a knock on the door.
Only three people bothered to knock on the door.
Relda, Henry or Veronica.
"Enter." he said picking up and straightening his algebra book which was knocked to the side from his make out session.
"Hello, Pine head you're in for it." Puck said from behind Henry.
Before flinging open the closet door.
"Oh crap"