Authors Note: Yeah, okay, so I wrote another chapter. Imagain that. I should tell you that this takes place between "Back to the Garden" and "The Cat". Okay? Okay. Oh and go check out The Sub Defectives, a joint account between my wonderful friend Magical Turkey and myself. Our stories may be a little twisted, but so are we.

Chapter Two:

"You would think someone would have noticed we were missing by now," Grace muttered.

"Joan probably forgot that we were in here. How are you doing?" Luke asked. Grace glared at him from the other side of the closet.

"I'm claustrophobic, not a cancer patient dude." She slammed the back of her head into the wall she was leaning up against. "It's just a door. We should be able to break it down or something. And we're locked in a supply closet! Shouldn't there be a screw driver or something we could use to get out in here?"

"We already checked. Three times. There isn't anything in here," he told her.

"Well, what about the janitor? Can't there be some blood shed or someone throwing up so the janitor would have to come get a mop?"

"How are you doing?" Luke asked again, earning another glare from Grace.

"Great. I've always wanted to be locked in a closet. I can cross it off the list of things I want to do before I die." The two sighed.

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"Adam, guess what?" Joan said quietly, re-entering physics.

"Grace and Luke are trapped in a closet!" Joan told him, taking her seat.

"They're trapped in a closet?" Adam asked in disbelief. "Did you let them out?" Joan shook her head.

"The door was locked. I went to go get a janitor. He told me he'd unlock it," Joan lied.

"Why were they in the closet?" Adam asked. Joan shuttered.

"Oh God. I don't even want to think about that. Do you want me to be scarred for life?" Joan asked, causing Adam to laugh.

"Miss Girardi, Mr. Rove. Could you continue this conversation after class?" Lischak asked, hitting the table with her pointer.

"Sorry," the two responded.

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"What are you doing?" Luke asked as he watched Grace dig through her backpack.

"Searching for something flammable. I'm going to send up a flare," she muttered. Luke's eyes grew large. Grace look up from her bag.

"I'm joking geek. I might as well find something occupying if we're going to be stuck in here," she told him, pulling her physics notebook from her bag. After reading over a few notes, she looked up again.

"Stop doing that," she told him.

"Stop doing what?" Luke asked.

"Giving me that look. It's freaking me out a little," she responded.

"What look?" Luke asked.

"You know what look I'm talking about. It's the same look you were giving me at that party a few weeks ago."

"Oh," Luke said, still clueless as to what look she was talking about. Grace turned her attention back to her notebook for a moment, but then slammed it shut and shoved it in her bag.

"What's wrong?" Luke asked.

"Stop asking me that!" Grace snapped.

"Sorry," Luke said quietly, looking around the closet. Grace sighed.

"Why? You didn't do anything." The two looked at each other in silence.

AN: Wasn't all that sure where to end, so why not end here. TBC.