Chapter 1 – Super Aonghus!
Aonghus ran down the hall, nearly tripping over five other people sitting against the wall. He had to get to her locker before it was too late. He saw Natalee's locker at the end of the hall. He was going to make it. He was going to make it! Then, WHAM, the door opened and Aonghus slammed right into the door.
"AAAA! MOTHER OF -" he shouted.
"I'm so sorry. Oh my God! Are you-" the girl started.
"The paint," He said, starting to run down the hall again, ignoring the girl. He took his eyes off of the floor and saw Natalee, standing in front of her locker, putting in her combination.
"NATALEEEEEEEE!" he screamed out at her. She opened her locker, turning around to face him. He saw from inside the locker, the pain can slowly tipping over.
"Hey?" she said, confused and wondering who the hell he was. Aonghus just kept running and slammed right into the locker-covered wall, slamming the locker closed and preventing the pain from splattering all over her.
"Hey? And you are?" Natalee asked, with a confused look on her face.
"I'm... Aonghus..." he said, out of breath, and nose throbbing.
"Oh, you are that one that everyone calls Ongus," Natalee said. Aonghus gritted his teeth.
"Yea, but that is just because I spell my name differently than normal," Aonghus explained to her. "But anyway, the real reason I cam over here was to tell you that your ummm friend was ummmm wanting you."
"Ok, but I want to get my book and stuff first, so if you could just tell her that," Natalee said, reaching for the dial.
"NO!" he shouted, positioning himself over the lock. Natalee gave him a look that asked why. "No, you can't. She said its ummmm urgent with ummmm the ummmm situation." Natalee now gave him an even more confused look. "Yea, she said you would know what it was about."
"Fine," Natalee said, still sounding skeptic. "What room is she in, or by?"
"Uhhhh, room 137," he said. That room was at the opposite end of the school and downstairs, so he had quite a couple of minutes to get that stupid paint can out.
"Wait!" she said turning around halfway down the hall, realizing something. "Which friend?"
"Uhhh..." Aonghus mumbles something to her.
"Yea. I dunno what you are trying to pull, but I have a feeling to trust you. I'll be back in ten minutes. You better be done by then." Natalee shouted back. She turned around and watched her walk down the hall. God, she's hot, Aonghus thought to himself.
Aonghus turned around and studied the locker. He now needed to know one, how to opened the locker, and two, how to open her locker without letting the pain spill on him.
"Aonghus!" he heard a familiar shout come from his left. He turned around and saw Amanda walking towards him. She finally got out of the bathroom. Once she put her books away she always went to the bathroom, then she went back to her locker, and got out her books for the next two blocks.
"Hey," he said back, fiddling with the lock.
"What are you doing? That's that popular girl's locker."
"Yea well you know Jeff?
"Natalee's ex?"
"Well he came into school drunk again and he said to me that he put a paint can in her locker, so when she opens it, it will pour all over her," Aonghus explained to her. "I can't believe they come to school drunk. How are they not noticed?"
"Aonghus, it is high school in the 21st century. They can come to school with an elephant and they could find a way to hide it," Amanda said.
"Still," he said, struggling with the lock," it is a catholic high school."
"Yea, but still high school," Amanda said, with her hand on her hip. "And this is aggravating me. Some of these lockers have a flaw. If you line it up between 28 and 27 it might work. Works on mine," she explained.
Aonghus lined up the lock and herd the lock do a funky click when he went to open it. He let go of the door and kept it closed.
"Now the problem is opening it without it pouring the paint everywhere," said facing Amanda.
"Let it pour. She's a bitch to some people, just let it drop," Amanda said turning around and walking a way down to her locker.
Aonghus turned back around and faced the locker and lifted his hand up to where the paint can is. He slowly opened the locker and felt the pain can start to tip into his hand. He moved it in quick enough to not let it pour everywhere. He opened the locker full enough to pull it out. He saw the pictures pasted all over the inside of the locker door. Man, she's a slut, he thought to himself, looking at the poses she's in, in the pictures.
He closed the locker and grabbed the paint can and dropped it into the garbage can that was in the corner of the hall. He went to Amanda's locker and saw she was pretty upset.
"You ok?" Aonghus asked her.
"Yea, I'm fine," she said wiping her eyes.
"You don't look ok," he said putting his hand on her back.
"No, it's nothing," Amanda said, shoving her backpack farther into her locker.
"Ok, if you say so," Aonghus said to her, knowing she wasn't saying everything. "I have to go to Mrs. Dentric. I need some help on the science. Will you be ok?"
Amanda shook her head. "Yea, yea I will be fine. Like I said, it is nothing."
Aonghus gave Amanda the look that Natalee gave him earlier. "Ok." He began walking down the hall to the staircase. Amanda watched Aonghus walk down the hall as her eyes began to well up again.
