The next day at school I called Anabell, and we wandered up to the second floor where James’ locker was. I put my hand on the door, and felt my heart begin to race. I looked down the hallway and sighed with relief and regret. On the one hand, I didn’t need to fight with him. On the other hand, damn. I wouldn’t get to see him. I sighed, and walked down the hallway anyway. “Oh Lace, look at his locker! I think it’s open.” Anabelle was right, the door seemed a little strange. “Tug it.” I urged. “If it’s open, we should close it for him.” Anabelle turned and pulled. After three minutes, I walked over. “Let me try.” I tugged too, hard. I heard Anabelle giggle and froze. Uh oh. I turned round to an angry-looking James. Busted. “My locker.” He said. I froze, not knowing what to do. I simply stared. “Uh, Lace? We’re gonna be late for band.” With that, I walked past him, into the empty stairwell. I let the door close behind me, and leaned against it. Hope that hurt, you idiot. You deserved that.
Yea.. I did..