“Are you sure about this?” I asked glancing up at the steel emission shaft. “We aren’t going to get stuck right?”

“No, I used this one to get into the office when I was having a thing with Coach Wallum.” I groaned inwardly, Taylor was such a slut. The shaft wasn’t too bad, unless you count the constant stress of worrying that Taylor would bite my ass as she followed behind me. We managed to make it to the office in about ten minutes.

“Okay so all of the secretaries have off right now for lunch and the principals are doing observances this week. We’re free and clear for at least three minutes. You ready to do this Spencer?” She asked with a glint in her eye.

“Anything to avenge my girl.” And with that, I dropped from the shaft onto a vacant desk in the conference room. “I so do not want to know how much of you this desk has seen.”

“Shut up Virgin Mary,” Taylor said pinching the back of my arm. She did a roll out into the hallway, which made me laugh as I strolled out behind her. I could almost hear the cheesy background music as we slid with our backs pressed against each wall, cautiously peering around corners with apprehensive eyes. I watched wide eyed as Taylor crawled out into the main office on her belly and snatched the Portable PA system on the head secretary’s desk.

“Let’s do it,” she said wagging it in my face and pulling the leather journal out of the back of her pants. We locked ourselves back into the conference room and prepared for our final stand.

“If we don’t make it, I just want you to know…I’m in love with Ellen Page.” I said through broken laughter. Taylor scoffed at me and flipped through the pages of the diary and nodded to me. Picking up the PA system with my trembling fingers, I pressed the on button. “Good afternoon King High, I’m sorry to interrupt your day but I have a special news bulletin. Many of you do not know Kyla Montaneo but for those of you who do, here’s a special treat.”

I felt sick to my stomach as I handed the mic to Taylor who gripped it with sweaty hands. “Dear Journal, last night after I watched X-files I felt that familiar burn in my stomach. I don’t understand why it only happens when I look at Mulder, well it happens when I look at Cal too but anyway. I peaked out into the hallway to see if anyone was looking and as usual, it was quiet. I slunk back into my room turning the light off and locking the door. I barely made it back to my bed before I started touching myself. I know that I shouldn’t but it felt so good and Mulder just does things to me…” The rest is history. We escaped and in return, probably ruined my step sister’s high school career with what we read that day. And to say that I’m sorry is a severe understatement. But I understand that sorry, it won’t ever be good enough.