Once class was over, I quickly exited the classroom, prepared to run to my locker and put some stuff away before going home. Grayson was standing outside of the classroom, staring at the floor. I awkwardly walked by him and reached my locker, whipping around to see him grinning at me. “What did you do?”
“I couldn’t let a moldy sandwich go to waste,” he sighed as he motioned towards my locker. I groaned as I unlocked it and grabbed the sandwich with a stray piece of paper. I tossed it into the nearest trashcan before spraying perfume into my locker to try and rid of the smell. It didn't do much. I grabbed my coat and my backpack, sighing in frustration. It'll take days for my locker to air out.
“How’d you even get into my locker?” I asked him.
“Kyle," he answered with a shrug. I gave him
