Preferring to ignore Matt’s utter satisfaction (for they weren’t yet done with their mission) the blond quickly scuttled past one doorway and up to another, where he was almost certain he’d heard footsteps clicking against the hardwood floor upon approach. Jabbing Matt in the rib with his elbow, the blond motioned them to hide in a closet where the teachers kept their materials and, luckily, there were a couple of empty spots amongst untidily jumbled books.
And just as they got into the wardrobe, the lights of the room flickered on.
“I double-checked it, Roger! And I can assure you they’re nowhere to be found.” Said a teacher in distress as she ambled into the room and sunk into one of the chairs, looking beside herself with worry.
Roger, on the other hand, seemed calm as ever despite his eyes scrunched up in disapproval. “Calm down, Mrs. Lea. I’m sure the boys haven’t strayed too far from the building.” That said even though there was a sharp note of vexation to his voice, one that suggested how the old man didn’t necessarily like dealing with children, or teenagers, for all that mattered. “If they aren’t back when morning comes, we’ll try to look for them ourselves. Maybe Near knows something.”
As they eavesdropped, Mello mouthed something akin to swearing under his breath, and only after the adults left the room was when he seemed to have found his voice at last, “Great. They’ve noticed we’re gone. I don’t need a detention first thing in the morning.” He said grimly, kicking off an eraser to the side while climbing out of their hiding place.
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