Sergio rolled his eyes, "Of course, I know my way around this hell hole." He noticed how she closed the window behind them. He smirked. She was so particular about the tiniest details. He was confident they wouldn't get caught. He probably seemed reckless with the way he did things. That's because he was. Too damn cocky to care about those details. The amount of things he got away with was shocking. The amount of close calls too. He was lucky, he should have been in handcuffs and riding in the back of a patrol car many times.
Not to say he hasn't ridden in the back of a patrol car. Minor things. Unimportant. Figuring out exactly where they were, he began maneuvering through the desks. Reaching the door to the classroom, he flashed down the hallway. Mr Maloney's class wasn't too far from where they were. He made sure to take the less monitored halls. Without the crowds of teens rushing to their classes, it made the walk so much quicker. If only it was like this during school hours.
Opening up the door to Mr Maloney's classroom, he walked towards the desk. Throwing them open in search of the pens. He chuckled, as he spotted them in the first drawer. Grabbing them he shoved most of them in his pocket. He turned towards Hannah, he offered her the rest, “Free pens?” He quirked an eyebrow. Putting his phone into his other pocket, he jammed a finger towards the white board behind him. “Wanna leave your favorite teacher a message?”
Hannah followed behind him, it all still felt rather odd, being the only ones here. She was used to the shouting and banging of lockers, the usual fights and yelling matches in the hallways. Without a doubt, often those fights were her, but that didn’t matter. It wasn’t as if she got into fights for the fun of it, she only did that when she was really bored. Hannah didn’t usually feel like getting to unnecessary trouble, more than usual. Despite her good grades, she had gotten into a lot of trouble in school. Whether by choice or not, that wasn’t a whole different story.
Chuckling, she grabbed a few and tucked them into her pocket, she’d have fun handing them out to random people and letting Mr Maloney go off at them. She was glad she had him first period the next morning, it’d be a whole lot of fun to watch it all go down. Hannah smirked, “What a good idea”. Grabbing a few of the markers that were sitting in one of the drawers, she wrote a few comments on the board, going nuts with the obscene language. Stepping back, she laughed before dropping the markers back into the drawer.
“We done or is there something else you wanted to do here?”
Hannah checked the time on her phone, it was started to get late but it didn’t bother her, most nights she would stay out much later. But she didn’t know what Sergio was thinking. They hadn’t talked about this game of theirs, whether there was a certain number of tasks you could do in a certain period of time or if it was going constant ongoing, moving on straight away to the next one. Either way, it was bound to be great, if this was going to be something they were going to do round the clock, she had some great ideas for his tasks.
Sergio leaned against the desk, as Hannah wrote a sweet message for the teacher to see the next day. He chuckled, as he read what she wrote. He could already in vision Mr Maloney losing his mind when he walks in to read this. She really didn't like this teacher. He shook his head, "Nah lets get out of this place." He began walking towards the door.
He didn't want the next task to be in the same place. Glancing at the time on his phone, he decided that would be it for the night. He began heading back the way the came. As they reached the window, he pulled it open and climbed back out. He was disappointed in how quickly the fun had ended. Maybe the next night he could give her, her task. He planned to keep this game going for as long as possible. Already getting ideas for her turn.
Grabbing the crowbar from the bush, he headed back the way they came. "That's enough for tonight. Need a ride?" He questioned, as he glanced still on alert.
Hannah watched him read the message. She had no doubt he’d immediately guess it was from her, but he wouldn’t have any proof of her involvement in it. There wouldn’t be anyway for her to get into trouble for it. She nodded, walking with him back through the school. Hannah climbed through the window, dropping quietly to the ground. She turned and closed it once again, she knew once his pens were discovered missing, and the school saw all the spray paint over the front building, they’d manage to put two and two together and realize they went through this window, being the only one unlocked. There was little chance they’d get caught so she wasn’t worried about it. Hannah made her way back over the grass to the fence. She nodded gratefully, “if you don’t mind, that’d be great”
Climbing back onto the concrete she used before, she grabbed the fence and pulled herself over once more, by now, she was practically an expert at it. Hannah landed on the ground gracefully. She pulled the hoodie off and handed it back to him, feeling the rush of cooler air hit her skin. They were lucky it was still a warm night, the air hadn’t been too cold, if it had, she doubted she would have agreed to come all the way over here, even for this game. Hannah watched the streets around them, there was nothing out of the ordinary that she noticed so it seemed fine.
Grabbing the hoodie from her, he opened the trunk. And began tossing in his own jacket, gloves and crowbar. Walking over to the driver's side he climbed in. Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket he pulled it out. A few message's from his friends, wanting to know if the rumors were true. Damn word spread fast. One message caught his attention, however. Details of a street race that was going to happen the next night. Something he was more interested in showing up to, than a lame party. Well, this particular party showed him new things. The race gave him an idea.
Glancing over to Hannah, "You got a car?" He questioned, with a knowing smile. This would probably up the level for the game, but he didn't care. It only meant more fun. Turning the car on, it roared to life. Music to his ears. Pulling out of the parking spot, he sped out. Just like with burglary, his driving was what some would call reckless.
Hannah opened the door and slid into the passenger side. She wasn’t about to go through the trouble of trying to wrestle him for the keys again. It’d probably just piss him off and she’d been having fun tonight so that wouldn’t be a good idea. While she was waiting for him, she checked her phone. Leaving all the messages from random people at the party, she texted her friends, letting them know she was safe and not to worry. They had immediately assumed the worst when they saw her leaving with Sergio, probably from all the times she’d insulted his reputation behind his back, but she wasn’t about to tell him that. Confused at his question, she tilted her head. “Better than yours, why?”
Stopping at a red light, he glanced over to her. "Yeah right." He scoffed, a playfully hint to his tone. Moving onto what he was trying to get it. "There's a race being held tomorrow night. I want you to enter. You know the drill. Avoid the cops and you pass." He shrugged his shoulders, as he glanced back at the road, as the light turned green. Of course following her directions.
He knew that was big jump from their last tasks. What's the harm in going from easy to medium. "Bonus points if you win the race. Although I can't see that happening." He said nonchalantly.
(Don't worry about it mine are super short too. Lol I've ruined my sleeping schedule over one night :') Sic things)
(I'll pulling an all-nighter tonight because I have a few of my rps getting to the point where I cannot sleep because of the dRaMa)
Hannah rolled her eyes, he had no idea. Street racing was a particular favourite pastime for her. She had quite a few wins under her belt, but she knew the law, the consequences for it were bad. But when had that ever stopped her? Laughing, she smirked, “Don’t have to ask me twice”. She was quite excited for this actually, it’d been a few weeks since her last race, her racing buddies were getting restless. She considered hitting them up to ask them if they were competing, but she knew better. Hannah didn’t want to distract herself, it wasn’t as if her car was a common one, she’d blown thousands of dollars on modifications and customization, let alone the price of the car itself. Everyone knew it was hers, at a race or just in general.
Hannah feigned offense, scoffing. “Wow, you really don’t listen to gossip much, do you? Don’t be surprised when I win”.
(Haha thats always fun. Speaking of which, we need some of that. Just a tad bit. A teaspoon. Wanna skip to them at school the next day?)
Once again there she went with being down with whatever he threw her way. He was waiting for the moment she would back out, he wondered what it would have to be. At this point he was beginning to get into the activities itself, already losing sight of why they started this game in the first place. He may just liked the competition part. It made things much more interesting. These were all things he'd done before, but just for the fun of it. Toss in a competition and he's there.
He chuckled, "Is that why you were so pressed about the newest rumor going around?" He teased. Remembering what she had said after the whole thing. "That shit gets old. Who cares if Bethany Wither slept with Carter fuck wit." He shrugged his shoulders. Thats how he really felt about gossip in the school. "Eh, I'll still hold my expectations low for you."
Hannah sat in her car for a few moments. The parking lot around her was bustling with students and teachers. As always, she could see a couple juniors gawking at her car, surprise surprise. She had already seen so many girls glaring at her, it wasn’t even funny. When she had woken, Hannah read through majority of the messages she’d received over night, empty threats, girls getting jealous, guys being douchebags. Unplugging her phone from the charger, she ignored the new influx of messages. By now, word had spread everywhere about the previous night. The second she saw him, he was dead. If it meant getting suspended for another fight, so be it. Hannah wasn’t about to let him ruin her reputation over one comment, if she was suffering the wrath of jealous, desperate teenage girls, she’d make sure he was suffering too. Forcing a laugh, she turned the engine off and got out. Clicking the door locked on her way out. Hannah headed towards the school, blatantly ignoring the whispers and glares sent her way.