Work. That sounded unlikely. But then, work could come in a lot of different forms around this wing of school – technology, wood working, and … He glanced up towards the door that she was standing in front of, evidently locked out of. Design. Now that explained it. He didn’t know much ( or anything ) about fashion or making clothes, but for some people he knew it was the same as art, the same as it was for him to open up his laptop and crank out a few hundred words, up to a couple chapters a day. His gaze flickered back to her again, a half smile across his lips. He adjusted the strap of his backpack on his shoulder as he lulled his head to the side lazily. “I understand sneaking out of school – but breaking in?” he teased, his lower lip sticking out ironically. “That’s new.”
He glanced down the hallway one way, and then the other, before looking back to Bess. There was a quiver of a smirk appearing at the corner of his mouth again. “C’mon. Your friend Nancy isn’t the only one who knows a thing or two about breaking and entering –” Brows raising, he jerked his head to the side for her to follow him. Down towards the janitor’s office, where he paused to listen for anyone inside. It was quiet. “He usually keeps a spare set of keys in his desk.” A hand snaking out against the door, he pushed against it, testing the sound before trying the doorknob. “You want to be lookout?”
she blushes slightly at his realization, disappointed in herself for not being able to fool him ( as if she would ever be able to fool anybody ), and in response just giggles nervously. “i’m not breaking in! i have full permission to come in, i just... lost my key.” it was all technically true. the permission was granted once, the first time she did it a month ago, so that was good enough, right? and she did have a key --- just not the person who provided it with her. god, she needed to stop hanging out with nancy so much. look at what she was becoming. with a sigh, she reveals the bobby pin she was attempting to hide behind her back. “fine, i wanted to go work on my prom dress, and this is the only place where they have a proper stitching machine,” bess admits, sliding the bobby pin back onto her hair. she was about to give up and just hope he wouldn’t tell on her, when he motions for her to follow him down the hall. he even name drops nancy -- i guess her best friend was well known enough for her antics around school.
with raised brows and just a second of hesitation, bess decides to speed walk after him, making sure to keep her shoes from clicking as usual. she looks both ways after coming to a halt beside him and -- of course. the janitor. why didn’t she think of that? she throws the boy a gentle smile as she watches him turn the knob, and is ecstatic that the only sound she can hear is of her own quick heartbeat. at his request, she nods enthusiastically, adopting her dramatic SLEUTH SIDEKICK body without a second thought ( this meant slouched shoulders, gentle fingers, and perked ears at any sound ). bess makes sure to throw him another smile as he makes his way in, hoping he understands that as a THANK YOU. everything goes smoothly for a good minute, until she hears the squeak of old wheels just around the corner. SHOOT. “red alert!! ” she panic whispers as she pokes her head through the door. “janitor incoming!! ”
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