“How do we keep ending up in situations like this?” Zeke whispered as Roland, Claire, Lyric, Max, and Kaito hid in a janitor's closet on the second floor. They had the dim light on, and all were squished inside, the yellow light illuminating them.
Lyric looked uncomfortable, and as Max was closest to him, he tried his best to give him as much space as possible.
In the two hours they had been at school, all thoroughly sleep-deprived, they had somehow managed to piss off the jocks, the potheads, a few very angry nerds and Sammy.
“Eleven years of friendship, and I still don’t know,” Claire hissed as she glared at the group. “God, what did you morons do?”
Zeke, Roland, and Kaito began speaking over one another as Lyric stood silently watching Roland. Max recognised that look in his eyes;
