School Building: A Certain Hallway

[hazlehurstmiss]

Emmett had been shoved into lockers (enjoyably and less so), stuffed into lockers, kicked into lockers and on one memorable occasion involving Crisco and a linebacker who thought he was funny, slid into a locker, but he'd never until today been yanked into one. By somebody already inside it

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[thatsamilkshake]

Francine had library books to return that were, thank you, of the intellectual variety. Except for that Angelica Demesnes romance with the shirtless sailor on the front, hush. Because any less intellectual reading materials were bought online, like repressed sane people do.

She dropped them to the polished hallway floor when she head the voice, though. "Emmett? Is that you?"

[hazlehurstmiss]

"Francine! Get me ouuuuut of here! By the way, nice going at graduation. Way to come out with a bang. Also, get me ouuuuut of heeeeere!"

[thatsamilkshake]

She blushed a bit, kind of pointlessly with no one there to see her. "Noooot exactly planned." Francine pulled on the locker handle, to no avail. "I'm trying, but it doesn't want to open!"

[hazlehurstmiss]

"Just give it a good yank!"

He should really be more careful with his requests. Like using names, that would be good. Then again he didn't know the name of whoever had dragged him in here, so he couldn't say I didn't mean you when said person decided to do something besides that first hard yank on Emmett's shirt collar: namely, slip an arm around his waist.

Well, he assumed it was an arm. It was dark in here, after all. "Uh, hi, there. I don't think we've been properly introdu----ooooooced!"