“Ashley!” Fuck! What is she doing here! It’s like, what six in the morning? I drop the crow bar to my side. Jake’s slim form leans against the building’s wall; his green eyes peak through messy brown hair. The smug look is whipped off Aiden’s face once her realizes we could be caught. “Hey!… uhm, what are you doing?” I can feel the guys exchange looks.

“Uhm, well, we just comparing tools?…” I roll my eyes at Aiden’s lame attempt to cover up.

“It’s a dare. Run along sophomore.” I deadpan. Jake snickers a bit and I try to ignore the plunge my stomach takes when I see her wince at my remark. Twirling the metal in my hand, I shoo her off with the other and turn back to the window.

“You could get caught.” I groan.

“Look kid, we kinda realize that, so it would be great if you weren’t here, ‘k?” Jake turns his attention back to me.

“Bye Ashley.” She sighs.

“Whatever.” I continue to look for the best way to pop the window.

“Are you gonna do this, Davies, or not?”

“If you’re so afraid of getting caught, why don’t you run along Dennison?” Jake taunts. Aiden quickly shuts-up. Jake is taller than him, 6’ 2”, and stronger. He gives off an intimidating appearance with his dark jeans and non-label hoodies to his sharp features and deep eyes. Not a guy to mess with and Aiden knows that.

“I was just sayin’. I gotta be at basketball practice-“

“You just want to be there early to see the cheerleaders practicing.” I cut in annoyed. He grins a dopey smile, then continues much to my dismay.

“And I want to practice my game. Can’t be late.”

“Seriously, shut the fuck up.” Jake growls.

“Boys.” I finally pop the window. Then chuck the bar to Dennison.

“I don’t want it!” He yelps while Jake and I laugh. Hosting myself up on two-toned arms, I straddle the ledge before dropping into the room. Jake soon follows with a grumbling jock. I throw my black backpack on the large, cluttered, oak desk. Smirking I look around, rubbing my fingerless gloved hands together. Then I reach into the bag, pulling out a one blue can, a red one, and a green can. Tossing the green to Jake I take blue and, with my tongue peaking through my parted lips, start my masterpiece.

“I can’t believe you did it Davies.” Aiden says in awe. I just grin.

“I can’t believe you were too chicken to join in.” I mock.

“Hey, hey,” He puts his arms up in defense. “It was your dare, not mine.” Jake raises a dark brow and shakes his green can causing a dull pinging sound. Aiden shrugs. “Never said you had to Henders.” The other boy rolls his eyes and tosses the spray paint back into my bag. He then comes to stand next to me, placing a cool hand on my shoulder.

“Nice work.” He chuckles. "The office never looked better." A hug grin spreads across my face as I cross my arms and admire my work.

 
Mr. Marson is a pussy, you are want you WANT to eat