Omg finally! ch 17 is up! sorry it took me so long to up date. im like working on a 1000 otherstories (lolz molly) but i felt like i had been neglecting rebel yell so...yeah im sorry. please RR!

Chapter17

"So what did she give you guys?" wits asked coolly as he and royal made there way down the corridor to history class, the last class of the day.

"Detention fuh tonight. Its aftah' hours though."

Wits nodded his head. "Both of you in the same classroom?"

"Yah, I dunno why she didn't separate us."

"Yeah, neither do I but who's complaining." Wits responded pleasantly.

As the days had gone by since her and Skittery's arrival, royal had learned that wits was actually a pretty nice guy. It was no wonder that a girl like Ozz would want to go out with him.

They entered the classroom calmly, taking seats at a double desk by the window and slowly taking out their notebooks.

"What do you say we skip this class?"

Royal smiled turning to wits, "We're already here, we gots witnesses."

Wits chuckled, "C'mon, Mr. Blaine hasn't showed up yet and none of the kids would tell, none of them are snitches."

"But I'm already in trouble as it is…"

"Yeah so what? C'mon, history's a bore…"

"All classes are a bore." Royal interrupted, putting her notebook under her arm and picking her discarded bag off the floor. "Lets go find Skittery and Ozz, I think Ozz has chem. so she probably hasn't been let in ta da class yet. I'm not sure what Skittery has."

"Does he have art?" wits asked, looking at her for clarification as they reached the front of the room and headed out towards the hallway.

"Yeah he does, doesn't he?"

"Yeah, so we don't have to worry about that."

Art class was the only class students actually enjoyed for its teacher was Ms. Cram and Ms. Cram was the only nice teacher in the school. Although Ms. Cram allowed students to skip her classes, most chose not to. Every child in the school treasured their art periods as they treasured laundry duty; it was still a class though it could easily be called fun.

Wits had been right in assuming that the chemistry class would still be out in the hallway and as they rounded the corner royal spotted Ozz leaning carelessly against the wall, her backpack by her feet.

"Don't you both have history?" she asked, pushing herself away from the wall and walking over to them, her face showing utter confusion.

"Nah." Wits replied coolly, his arm now around his lover's waist.

"Yeah, we decided it's a bore." Royal added in, sporting a toothy grin.

Slowly realization spread over Ozz's face and she smiled as well, "wait aren't you and Skittery in enough trouble as it is?"

"What are ya talkin' bout! You can nevah' be in enough trouble!" royal exclaimed.

Ozz looked from royal's eager face to wit's equally keen one.

"C'mon chemistry don't matter none! Its just…well chemicals and shit. It's a breeze to pass anyway!"

Again Ozz looked from royal to wits, her eyes glinting with enthusiasm.

"Fine." She said, throwing her hands up in surrender, "Gloria will vouch for me anyway. Lets go get skits."

Gloria was Ozz's best friend and had been since god knows how long. Royal was not particularly fond of Gloria; she was nice of course but also extremely manic, like a bug buzzing around your ear that wont fly off even when you swat it away. Wits did not like Gloria much either but for other reasons then her personality.

Ozz went to retrieve her bag from beside the door, stopping to tell a mousy haired girl where she was going.

Gloria nodded and waved to royal and wits pleasantly. They waved back apathetically, resisting the urge to roll their eyes at the small girl.

"Off to art then." Ozz pronounced, hooking arms with royal, bouncing up and down slightly as she walked.

Both royal and wits nodded a 'yes', quickening their pace to catch up to Ozz's livelier one. How a girl could still have this much energy at the end of the day would always puzzle royal.

They rounded the corner, heading for the art room, discussing what they should do in their free period.

Wits thought they should find the key to the roof and go up their but both royal and Ozz found it pointless to escape to the roof when they were already aloud up there everyday without an argument.

"We could go in the band room." Ozz offered, looking up at royal and wits.

Royal knew better then to let Ozz use the band room while they were supposed to be in class. Ozz was deathly addicted to guitar and letting her use the band room would not only attract teachers but also a crowd of kids, cheering her on.

Royal shook her head 'no' causing Ozz to sulk momentarily before cheering up once more, her smile returning.

Wits put his arm around his lover's shoulder affectionately, forcing royal and Ozz to unhook arms and causing royal to feel extremely out of place.

Royal shifted her school bag uneasily on her shoulder, quickening her pace slightly so as to reach the art room faster.

Down the left hallway they walked, passing by room after room to the art room in the back of the corridor.

Royal poked her head inside the room, her eyes grazing the faces in the room and finally coming to rest on Skittery's beaming one.

As always the room was a mess; cluttered with canvases, paint splatters apparent on every table, stools haphazardly scattered about the room. About 7 kids surrounded each of the 4 long, dirty tables, each wearing smocks, brushes in hand. Ms. Cram, the art teacher, was in the corner of the room; helping a tall, glassy eyed boy, shape his pot into a better circle.

Royal was finally able to make eye contact with Skittery and as their eyes met, his smile soon faded and was replaced with a concerning look. Pulling off his paint-splattered smock, he walked over to them, his eyes never leaving Royal's face.

"Wanna skip?" royal asked calmly as he approached them.

A smile soon spread onto Skittery's olive toned face, "Yeah, sure…hold on."

He dumped the smock in his hands into a small basket full of dirty rags and other smocks.

Turning he called towards the corner of the room, "ah…Ms. Cram I'm gonna scat!"

The woman nodded her head pleasantly before turning back to the glassy eyed boy.

"I feel real bad bout leavin her class but it don't matter I guess." Skittery admitted once the group was in the hallway once more, his arm around Royal's waist, his bag slung across his shoulder, "so where we goin' anyway?"

Royal shrugged, looking to wits and Ozz for an answer.

"I dunno, but we better get out of the hallway before someone sees us." wits said, leading Ozz by the hand towards the back of the main corridor.

Skittery gave royal a perplexed look before following wits and Ozz down the hall.

"Hey, why you guys playin' hooky for one period?" Skittery whispered in Royal's ear as they promenaded down the great hallway.

Royal shrugged, "why not?"

She gave Skittery an amiable smile and laid a small kiss upon his cheek.

They reached the back of the hallway, dodging open classroom doors so no teacher would see them amble by. Up ahead, wits threw open a painted over window facing them, revealing a rusted fire escape.

"Hey, I thought the fire escape was in the front of the building?" royal questioned.

Wits smiled knowingly pleased at his own knowledge of the building.

"They don't use this one anymore," he explained, hauling himself out the window, on to the fire escape and then helping Ozz through as well, "Bout 15 years ago there was a fire on the second floor and this…" he tapped the railing with his hand, letting in vibrate freely after in his quake "this is cast iron. So, being cast iron and the fire having been on the second floor, half the second floor stairs melted off."

Royal looked up and to her surprise found that indeed, metal strips were hanging off the second floor landing and there were large gaps in both the stairs and the catwalk.

"You guys use this often?" Skittery asked following royal through the window and shutting it behind him.

"We have had our fair deal of fun out here nights." Ozz giggled, looking up at Wits who was smiling puckishly.

"You two make me sick," Skittery remarked though still smiling a broad grin.

"Ha! You hypocrite!" Ozz retorted, her mouth agape in awe that Skittery would say such a thing.

"I'm still a clean virgin so ya can't call him a hypocrite yet." Royal chuckled, beginning to climb the fire escape.

Mockingly, Skittery stuck his nose up in agreement, sneering at Ozz, "yeah, I'm no hypocrite…yet."

Both Ozz and wits fell into fits of giggles.

"Yeah, yet…" wits managed to say between snorts though only received a playful prod in the ribs from Skittery.


that was a short chapter i know but hopefully ill have a more eventful one posted by the end of this week.