Attempting to get this fic going again. So if you read it, even glance briefly at it, review it! Please and thanku. :)
After getting permission to get out of recess, Dixie entered the front door into the deserted hallway, cutting over to the drinking fountain. It was a strangely warm day for September and running around the playground with her friends left her thirsty.
Tapping on the metal bar in front of the fountain, she sipped some water then stopped the stream. Only to have it start up again and splash her in the face.
"Huh?"
Snickering nearby, his hand on the side of the fountain, Tad tried to sneak away but wasn't quick enough.
"Hey! Whatcha trying to do?", Dixie giggled.
"Oh nothing, I'm just standing around, waiting to splash water in your face."
"That's not funny, Tad.", scolded Dixie, getting a shy smirk from her friend.
"C'mon you're not supposed to be here, your recess is later! Besides fourth grade classrooms are upstairs!"
"Yeah but it's more fun down here.", Tad shrugged.
"Besides I don't like my teacher. And I don't think she likes me either."
"How do you know that? You've only been in her class 2 weeks!"
"Don't think she liked when I taught Max Templeton to make a perfect spitball."
"Ew! Spitballs? Gross!"
"No, the lunch here is gross."
"Momma said she'd pack you one, Tad."
"I..no, it's fine. Really.", Tad insisted. He had a feeling lately that if he had a packed lunch, Dixie and Will wouldn't get enough in theirs.
"Anyway,you better get back outside, your recess is almost up."
"Yeah...", Dixie mumbled, shuffling her feet before staring down at them.
"What's wrong Dix?"
"Nothin I just-"
"Tell me."
"Well, I brought in some of Will's baseball cards for show and tell, you know 'cause today was show and tell and Cara Greyson was bragging about bringing in her dollhouse, and I had to have somethin better than that and.."
"Dix. Take a breath, slow down.", Tad instructed.
"Well, Matt Sanders he asked me if he could see the cards, you know 'cause he collects 'em and stuff. So when Ms. Laypo-"
"Laypo?"
"Yeah, strange name. Anyway, she saw Matt looking at the cards and yelled at him for it, but then Matt told her I was the one trading and showing them to him, and so she got mad at me! And she took the cards and now they're in her desk!"
Watching as Dixie explained, looking more anxious and guilty with every word, Tad looked down at her with a sympathetic smile and a sly gleam in his eyes.
"Don't worry. They won't be there for long."
"Huh? Wait! Tad whatcha gonna do?"
"Follow me, but be quiet."
Confused, after catching up to her friend, Dixie watched as he peeked through the window of her empty classroom, then turned the doorhandle.
"Taad!", she squeaked.
"We're not supposed to be in here without a teacher!"
"Well we won't stay long!"
Exploring the room, then crossing it to the large desk in the corner, Tad tried to open the top drawer of it.
"It's locked! C'mon, Tad we're gonna get in trouble!"
"Will you stop worrying? You want the cards back, right?"
"Well, yeah! But-"
"But nothing! You want the cards, I'm gonna get them for you. Just give me that bobby pin in your hair."
"My hairpin? Why?" Dixie frowned, getting an exasperated look.
"Fine, fine! Here."
Handing the pin over, Dixie watched curiously as Tad brought it to the lock.
"What are you gonna do with it?"
"What they do in those detective shows on the TV."
"The ones Momma doesn't like me watching?"
"Yeah. Those ones.", Tad smirked as he jimmied the lock and opened the drawer.
"Hey! You did it!", Dixie squealed. Retrieving the cards from the large heap of them in the drawer, she set them on the desk.
"Hey I promised, didn't I?
Grinning as Dixie pulled him into a hug, Tad sneakily reached to grab one of the cards from the pile she'd made. Unaware she spotted him doing so.
"Hey! You didn't promise that!"
"Oh c'mon, ever hear of a finders fee?", Tad chuckled. Slamming the desk drawer shut before running out of the room, leaving her rolling her eyes but trying to catch up.