Be diplomatic

"I was just going back to class," I tried diplomatically, locking my eyes with hers.

Mrs. Jannon's eyes intangibly narrowed. "Which class is it?"

"P.E."

"You understand how late it is, don't you?"

"I know, I'm a few seconds off but..."

"Minutes. About," a glance went to her watch, "12, to be exact."

"Oh crap." I said lightly to myself. Time actually went by more quickly than I thought. Quickly I covered my mouth. "Whoops, sorry.

The vice principal seemed to be growing steadily more suspicious, but after a moment, she just shook her head.

"You know what," she flicked a wrist, and continued. "Never mind. Just... get to class and keep this to a minimum from now on. Normally these things can earn you a citation. Try not to make being tardy a habit."

"Got it." I nodded, as did she, and released a breath of air.

We both turned, going our separate ways. I briefly looked back as she rushed towards the front office building, pulling out a phone from her skirt pocket to check whatever needed checking. I shrugged and resumed walking.

That wasn't so bad.