On the move

I listened very carefully before cracking the door. The hall looked clear, but that was only what I could see of it. It would have to do. I opened the door and motioned Jolene out with me, which she obeyed. We worked pretty well together. Whenever I looked around, she would point me in the right direction. If I looked around a corner, she looked behind us without being asked. Once when we had to wait for a passing student to go from one room to another, I gave her a silent signal for 'wait, don't make a sound', and she knew exactly what it was. She might make a good partner for next time, if I didn't end this trip in a cop car.

This was no time to think about what would happen later. The longer I was unseen, the longer I could put off being arrested and every second you spend out of jail is likely to be a good second. The student went into her room and we advanced toward room 214. Finally, we came to a corner and Jolene whispered 'its seven doors to the left.' I looked and found Weasel JUST FUCKING STANDING THERE!?! Jesus fuck, Weasel!! I scanned the hall quickly and ran at the room, debating tackling Weasel. I didn't somehow.

"hey, newton. who's your friend," he asked. I ignored him, looking instead to Jolene.

"how do we get in?" She peeled a small strip of tape that matched the color of the door perfectly and pulled a key off it. Pretty clever. The camouflaging was well done, even I missed it. She opened the door and let us in. As soon as the door closed, I turned to Weasel.

"What the hell were you doing just standing in the middle of the Goddamn hallway!?"

"Waiting," he said in that irritating simplicity.

"Next time, try to hide somehow, wouldja?"

"Oh, yes sir," he said, adding a not quite under his breath "says the guy who came with the school nurse."

I growled to myself and turned to Jolene. "How did you know about the key?"

"um, its my room," she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. In hindsight, it was at least a runner-up for that. Looking around, I expected to find a roomful of naked guy posters, an array of porn for girls and any number of empty birth control packages (which reminded me that I came in her a lot). But I didn't. The room was full of pink and soft things. Teddy bears on her bed. The most mature thing she owned was a Soundgarden poster. When I looked to comment on it, she looked away nervously.

"What's wrong?"

"This is the first time I've had a guy in my room since I got here," she said quietly.

"Really?"

"Jeez, could make me sound like more of a slut, please?"

"I didn't mean that. Its just that before you said I was the best you had been with today, which implied..."

"That I have a lot of sex," she said in a way that told me I better come up with a better answer than 'well, yeah'.

"Well...yeah, kinda." Ugh...

"Trust me, I'm not that kinda girl. In fact, you were my second," she said, sounding like she was rubbing my false assumption in my face.

"I gotta call bullshit on that."

"Shut up, Weasel. Your second!?"

"Yeah. Is this the room of a girl who sleeps around," she asked. I had to say it wasn't.

"So, the stuff about being horny..."

"Yeah, that kinda surprised me too," she said thoughtfully. "I'm usually not like that, but something about showering today just made me so...eager for sex!"

"Thats weird," I said.

"Yeah, you must have hated it," she smiled.

"Who said I hated it? I'm just curious as to why that would happen."