Jamie led Caitie down an empty hallway.
"This way."
"Where are you going?" Tyler asked following close behind. "Carlson is waiting for us."
"Shut up. It'll be quick," Jamie responded.
Jamie arrived at his locker. After spinning the dial a few times, the metal door popped open. He retrieved a small paper bag and shoved it in a concealed pocket inside of his leather jacket.
"What's that?" Caitie asked curiously.
"Something that will pass the time."
Jamie grinned mischievously. "Come on, we don't want Carlson to have an aneurysm."
*
Lunch was a welcomed break, but it ended all too soon. Things returned back to the tedious ways seen that morning.
"If you're sick of this boring shit, follow me," Jamie announced.
That certainly got everyone's attention yet no one budged from his or her fixed position.
Jamie stopped in front of Caitie. "Come on Cait."
Caitie resisted her hesitation and followed Jamie. They both climbed the large staircase situated in the back of the library. On the second floor, Jamie pushed a large wooden desk next to the window. Standing on the table, he opened the top window and let in some fresh air.
"What's this all about?" Caitie asked observing Jamie's behavior. She took a seat next to Jamie on the large table.
Jamie took out a small brown paper bag from his leather jacket. Caitie recognized the bag. It was the item Jamie insisted on retrieving from his locker earlier.
"What's in there?" she asked.
"It's something that'll lighten the mood." He took out a silver flask.
"Alcohol?"
"Only the finest rum." Jamie unscrewed the flask and took a long sip. "Want some?"
Caitie momentarily contemplated her decision before accepting. She brought the silver bottle to her lips and let the liquid run freely in her mouth. She managed to swallow.
"It burns," she complained, coughing.
"You'll get use to it."
Jamie took out a cigarette from his pocket. A flame from his Zippo lighter ignited the cigarette. "Want one?" Jamie offered to Caitie.
"Yeah. Hand one over." She accepted the cigarette. It dangled from her soft lips.
Jamie cupped his hand around the flame produced by his lighter.
"Take a drag," he instructed.
To his surprise, Caitie inhaled the cigarette and exhaled rings of smoke.
"So you smoke?" Jamie asked rhetorically.
"Sometimes." Caitie closed her eyes for a second.
"You okay?" Jamie asked concerned.
"I feel hot."
"Rum will do that . . . you should have eaten more," Jamie replied slyly. He took another swig of liquor after tossing his cigarette butt out the window. He handed the flask over to Caitie.
Jamie leaned in closer to Caitie. "You are really . . . special you know that?" The alcohol taking its effect, he became somewhat free with his emotions. "The way you took care of my hand, that was cool."
Jamie draped his arm around Caitie. She rested her head against his chest.
*
Hank looked up at the second floor of the library. Jamie and Caitie were not in sight. "What do you think they're doing up there?" he asked.
"Probably something stupid," Tyler responded.
Curiosity getting the better of him, Hank proceeded towards the staircase.
Val observed Hank and grabbed her pink purse.
"You're not going too, are you?" Tyler asked in disbelief.
"This is so boring, anything is better than this!"
Tyler reluctantly followed Val up the large staircase.
*
Jamie and Caitie were sitting on the large wooden table next to the window.
"Hey guys, decided to join?" Jamie asked somewhat intoxicated.
"You're drunk?" Hank questioned.
"Nah, I need to drink a lot more to become trashed."
Caitie on the other hand seemed slightly tipsy, considering her inexperience with alcohol.
"Push another table over here. I'll share my special drink with you!" Jamie teased.
Hank and Tyler moved another table against the existing one.
"What's in there?" Tyler asked pointing to the silver object.
"Rum." Jamie handed the flask over to Tyler.
Tyler took a sip of the liquid before handing it over to Val. She took a sip and handed it over to Hank.
"I'm not sure if this is a good idea," Hank stated. "What if Carlson comes in?"
"He's probably locked up in his office doing what he does best. We're on the second floor. If we hear him coming, we can just jump down to our little assigned seats back there."
"You need to loosen up," Val commented. Hank took the flask from Val and let the liquid pour into his mouth.
Jamie noticed that Val and Tyler seemed to take the liquor pretty well. He concluded that they probably earned that experience from drinking beers every weekend.
"Why is she always so quiet?" Tyler asked, referring to Caitie.
She looked up and shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing to say."
"Or too much," Jamie added. "Let's play a game called, 'Why the hell am I in detention!' Sounds fun, doesn't it?"
*
A/N: Here is another chapter. Slightly longer than the previous one, I think! Thanks MM for beta reading! Please r/r and tell me what you think so far! Thanks for the title suggestions for the previous chapter; I just made up a title, something that came into mind. The suggestions were nonetheless good!
If you've seen the movie, the group smoked weed. I decided to replace it with alcohol, because I didn't think smoking a joint fit the story that well. It is only my opinion, but I decided to include this in the author's note incase anyone was wondering!
"This way."
"Where are you going?" Tyler asked following close behind. "Carlson is waiting for us."
"Shut up. It'll be quick," Jamie responded.
Jamie arrived at his locker. After spinning the dial a few times, the metal door popped open. He retrieved a small paper bag and shoved it in a concealed pocket inside of his leather jacket.
"What's that?" Caitie asked curiously.
"Something that will pass the time."
Jamie grinned mischievously. "Come on, we don't want Carlson to have an aneurysm."
*
Lunch was a welcomed break, but it ended all too soon. Things returned back to the tedious ways seen that morning.
"If you're sick of this boring shit, follow me," Jamie announced.
That certainly got everyone's attention yet no one budged from his or her fixed position.
Jamie stopped in front of Caitie. "Come on Cait."
Caitie resisted her hesitation and followed Jamie. They both climbed the large staircase situated in the back of the library. On the second floor, Jamie pushed a large wooden desk next to the window. Standing on the table, he opened the top window and let in some fresh air.
"What's this all about?" Caitie asked observing Jamie's behavior. She took a seat next to Jamie on the large table.
Jamie took out a small brown paper bag from his leather jacket. Caitie recognized the bag. It was the item Jamie insisted on retrieving from his locker earlier.
"What's in there?" she asked.
"It's something that'll lighten the mood." He took out a silver flask.
"Alcohol?"
"Only the finest rum." Jamie unscrewed the flask and took a long sip. "Want some?"
Caitie momentarily contemplated her decision before accepting. She brought the silver bottle to her lips and let the liquid run freely in her mouth. She managed to swallow.
"It burns," she complained, coughing.
"You'll get use to it."
Jamie took out a cigarette from his pocket. A flame from his Zippo lighter ignited the cigarette. "Want one?" Jamie offered to Caitie.
"Yeah. Hand one over." She accepted the cigarette. It dangled from her soft lips.
Jamie cupped his hand around the flame produced by his lighter.
"Take a drag," he instructed.
To his surprise, Caitie inhaled the cigarette and exhaled rings of smoke.
"So you smoke?" Jamie asked rhetorically.
"Sometimes." Caitie closed her eyes for a second.
"You okay?" Jamie asked concerned.
"I feel hot."
"Rum will do that . . . you should have eaten more," Jamie replied slyly. He took another swig of liquor after tossing his cigarette butt out the window. He handed the flask over to Caitie.
Jamie leaned in closer to Caitie. "You are really . . . special you know that?" The alcohol taking its effect, he became somewhat free with his emotions. "The way you took care of my hand, that was cool."
Jamie draped his arm around Caitie. She rested her head against his chest.
*
Hank looked up at the second floor of the library. Jamie and Caitie were not in sight. "What do you think they're doing up there?" he asked.
"Probably something stupid," Tyler responded.
Curiosity getting the better of him, Hank proceeded towards the staircase.
Val observed Hank and grabbed her pink purse.
"You're not going too, are you?" Tyler asked in disbelief.
"This is so boring, anything is better than this!"
Tyler reluctantly followed Val up the large staircase.
*
Jamie and Caitie were sitting on the large wooden table next to the window.
"Hey guys, decided to join?" Jamie asked somewhat intoxicated.
"You're drunk?" Hank questioned.
"Nah, I need to drink a lot more to become trashed."
Caitie on the other hand seemed slightly tipsy, considering her inexperience with alcohol.
"Push another table over here. I'll share my special drink with you!" Jamie teased.
Hank and Tyler moved another table against the existing one.
"What's in there?" Tyler asked pointing to the silver object.
"Rum." Jamie handed the flask over to Tyler.
Tyler took a sip of the liquid before handing it over to Val. She took a sip and handed it over to Hank.
"I'm not sure if this is a good idea," Hank stated. "What if Carlson comes in?"
"He's probably locked up in his office doing what he does best. We're on the second floor. If we hear him coming, we can just jump down to our little assigned seats back there."
"You need to loosen up," Val commented. Hank took the flask from Val and let the liquid pour into his mouth.
Jamie noticed that Val and Tyler seemed to take the liquor pretty well. He concluded that they probably earned that experience from drinking beers every weekend.
"Why is she always so quiet?" Tyler asked, referring to Caitie.
She looked up and shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing to say."
"Or too much," Jamie added. "Let's play a game called, 'Why the hell am I in detention!' Sounds fun, doesn't it?"
*
A/N: Here is another chapter. Slightly longer than the previous one, I think! Thanks MM for beta reading! Please r/r and tell me what you think so far! Thanks for the title suggestions for the previous chapter; I just made up a title, something that came into mind. The suggestions were nonetheless good!
If you've seen the movie, the group smoked weed. I decided to replace it with alcohol, because I didn't think smoking a joint fit the story that well. It is only my opinion, but I decided to include this in the author's note incase anyone was wondering!