sorry its taking me so long to update lately but i been extra busy. I wrote a bit more this as i know i didn't write much last chapter. Hope you like. remember please R & R! and thanks to everyone who reveiwed the last chapther
The next morning Des woke late and literally had to jump out of bed and into the car.
"Your worst than my kids" Laughed Sheelagh who was already sat in the car with Reg.
"Where are your kids?" Asked Reg popping his head into the front in between the two seats.
"There at home, Patrick is staying at mine for the week to look after them. I don't know who I feel more sorry for, Patrick or the kids" Replied Sheelagh turning on the radio.
"Have Sam and Phil already gone?" Asked Des noticing there car had gone as he pulled out of the drive.
"Yeah they went out well early" Answered Sheelagh
"They said they were going for a walk and getting something to eat out before going to school" Informed Reg.
"At least there able to get up in the morning" Said Sheelagh glancing slightly at Des before laughing.
"I love this song" Said Des turning up the radio and singing along "hell is gone and heavens here there's nothing left for you to fear, shake your ..." Des sang along dancing a bit too and every so often completely taking his hands off the steering wheel which made Sheelagh scream. Reg joined in by pretending to play drums on the back of the chairs. Sheelagh was laughing so much she was crying by the time the song ended.
"well done Reggie babe, one of your best performances there" Said Des in a tone that they had just done something they usually do.
"You think so, I was going to say the same about you" Replied Reg in the same tone as Des.
"Is that what you two do when your in the area car together?" Laughed Sheelagh correcting her make-up that had ran through her crying.
"That and many other things" Answered Reg watching her carefully as if he had never seen make-up before.
"Do want some on?" Laughed Sheelagh.
"Erm…I…I.." Stammered Reg
"Excuse the stammering, he had a tough day yesterday" Said Des grabbing Sheelagh's lipstick of her lap. "Shame, he would of but it's not his colour" Des threw the lipstick back at Sheelagh who put it in her bag laughing. This cheerful chatter continued all the way to school.
When they got there Reg and Sheelagh went to their forms and Des went to the sports hall to set up the equipment for his first lesson. After pulling out all the basket ball nets on the small courts he went down to the sports cupboard to get the basket balls. Walking in to the dark room Des was surprised to hear voices. Making sure he wasn't heard, he hid behind the tennis racket trolley. Des looked to the back of the cold room to see two figures stood behind the folded up trampolines at the back in a heated discussion
"I don't see why we can't just call it off this week" Said a voice that Des recognised as Mr James, the smell backed this theory up.
"You know why we can't Roger has already been through this with us. The drop will be made as usual on Friday but this time it will just be made during school hours" The second voice said. This was the voice of a woman that he didn't recognise and couldn't see either. Although what did stick out was that she dragged out the letter at the end of each word.
"But won't they get suspicious" Mr James said sounding extremely panicky, like a kid who had been caught eating candy when they shouldn't be.
"who is going to get suspicious?" Laughed the woman.
"The pupils" shouted Mr James sounding partly angry at her laughing at him. Changing her tone stricter as if to say bring your voice down.
"The pupils will not get suspicious for crying out loud, its not like it's a unusual thing to happen" She said strongly.
"Yeah...yeah, I suppose your right" Mr James sighed. "Its just all that sat there for so long sounds so risky"
"Just leave it to us, nothing can go wrong" Said the woman walking out quickly past Des, trying to get a look at her but not been seen by Mr James he stuck his head out a bit, but just caught what looked like a pair of red high heels. Des quickly hid back as Mr James walked past too. Des sat there a moment, thinking about what he had just heard. What could be so risky to leave? What is so usual to do that it shouldn't raise suspicion if it was done during school hours? And what…what was being 'dropped' as they put it? Des was brought out of his thoughts by the ringing of the school bell for the start of first lesson. He quickly grabbed the balls and made his way up to the changing rooms.