Stick around?

No more useless trips. You sit down on the nearby stool, resting yourself on the table. The entire school year has been a stress fest, especially with your quest that you have made for yourself now. Lost amids your thoughts, you didn't nothing the group of people walking around until someone pokes you on your shoulder.

"Hey John, where have you been?"

You look at the people and recognize their faces. Though it's their names you can't remember. Better slide your way out of this one.

"Oh, hey bro." you say, maybe despising yourself just a bit for saying 'bro' to a guy you can't even name "Just been around."

His friend beside him then says "Man, Glen actually manage to find a trick with the locks. The entire day he's been snooping through everyone's stuff."

"No way." you reply, thinking that this is a bit interesting.

"Yeah." Glen says, grinning as if he won the freaking lottery. At least you can name him now and not look like a jackass. "Check this out."

The 'nerdy' clique leader takes out a can of soda, cuts out a thin little piece, then bends around the corners. His hand shows you the typical lock for the school as his other gently slides the piece through the small key hole that the administration had placed in, in case of some sort of **** breakout happened.

"It's so damn easy. Just don't tell anyone John."

"Don't worry, I'll keep it to myself." you say "Just, try not to use it on my locker."

You all laugh and Glen hands you the thin piece before he wanders off with his entourage.

Hm, maybe going to the cafeteria wasn't such a bad idea.