Option 2

"I'm not going to run out in the parking lot. It's too open, and a ton of people will see me," Rebecca states firmly.

"Option 2 it is. Come on."

You two head down the left path, which leads to corridors under the stadium. You both move quickly yet quietly, occasionally hiding in a corner and looking around. You, for the most part, act as the lookout while Rebecca tries to make herself look as small as possible. You two seem to have cover a good amount of ground, and are currently walking down an enemy corridor.

" I swear to God if you are leading me to some kind of trap, I'll make your life a living hell," Rebecca warns in a low voice.

"Really. Why would I do that?" You roll your eyes.

" You hate me, duh."

" Because you hate me. You're always mean to me and trying to make my life difficult. For no reason," You retort.

"You're trying to steal my popularity," Rebecca protests. " Without my popularity, I have nothing."

"Please. You're one of the hottest girls in school and a party girl. You have a body people drool over. If you just stop being a bitch to me and others, a lot more people will like you," You scoff.

Rebecca looks down at her feet and then meekly says " I'm sorry."

You're a bit shocked. Rebecca is actually apologizing to you and sounds genuine. That's never happened before. You also notcie that she is blushing a bit after you complimenting her looks. You're not sure why, but you kind of like it.

Before either of you could say anything, you both hear voice talking and approaching.

" Oh shit! Someone is coming," Rebecca panics, cover herslef again. " What do we do?!"