"Hey. Hey! Jackson!"
Aria turned away from her friend Rachel with a scowl on her face, popping a large bubble of bright green gum.
"What?" She called. "Lose your brain again, Grace?"
Tyler Grace glared at the dark haired girl in front of him before reaching into the open pocket of the black bag slung over his shoulder. Out came a dark leather jacket covered in badges.
"You picked up the wrong jacket, genius," he smirked. "Should have gone to Specsavers, huh?"
Aria glanced down at the jacket she had on and took in the fact that there wasn't a single badge on it. Her green eyes flickered up to the leather in Tyler's hands and she slowly shrugged it off.
"Here." The jacket flew through the air. "Now give me mine, Grace."
"Hm," his smirk widened. "That's no fun though, is it?"
"Grace."
"Jackson," he mimicked before turning on his heel and sprinting back down the corridor.
With a groan, Aria ran after him, ignoring Rachel's cries to stop. Her feet pounded the floor, not changing direction to make way for the other people walking the corridor. The shouts of her art teacher, Mr. Delian were either unheard or ignored and she had to jump over her bent over coach, Ms. Lona.
"Grace! Get the hell back here!"
His laughs echoed as he barrelled straight onto the boy's changing room, letting steam, pour out of the door from the previous class.
"Oh fuck it," she muttered and ran in right after him.
At first she saw nothing but steam and water. It spayed everywhere and she was positive that a shower had broken. Gradually, she began to see the closed lockers and the figure of her drenched target.
"Wow. You actually came in."
"Give me the jacket, Grace."
"Nope. Tell me though...What is a Stiles and what has that got to do with Batman?"
"Grace. The jacket."
"Nope. And what the heck is Sterek."
"Now you piece of shit! Stop looking at the badges!"
Without a second thought, she brought their two soaking bodies to the floor with a rugby tackle. Water splashed and she was sure that that exercise book in her bag was destroyed but all she cared about was the worn jacket in her hands.
The two seemed to lie there for a few seconds and only the sound of their breathing and a trickle of water was heard. Her eyes bore down into is blue ones and suddenly neither cared about anything else.
Their mouths were so close that their breath mingled and Tyler was almost positive that he felt a spark when her lip accidently brushed his.
"Aria? Tyler? You know this place is out of order right?"
The two jumped apart instantly and Aria screeched as she flew into an open locker.
"Damn it Jason. You scared the fuck out of me."
"What did we say about swearing, Jackson?"
"Leave my girlfriend alone, Tyler," the blonde smiled as he threw a towel at Aria as she walked towards him. "You've already got her soaking."
"I could take that two ways, brother dear."
A sad smirk took over Tyler's face as his brother and Ariadne Jackson walked away, her middle finger held up over her shoulder.
...don't kill me...please...
And I kinds couldn't help the Sterek reference. He he.
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