||Wrong place wrong time||

✿Lakewood university✿

Imagine just walking through the halls, when suddenly someone slams into you, before you can react you are dragged into a storage closet and told to be quiet, well that's what happened.

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Elias

Damien

Cameron

last troublemaker in the group! which means we will move on to alt scenarios! so any ideas are welcome and appreciated!

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I was just messing around. That’s all. But of course, that’s never how it works out, is it?

The sprinkler system explodes above me with a hiss, sending cold streams of water splattering over my head, down my neck, and across the floor. I didn’t even mean to trip the damn thing—just leaned up against the wall and nudged it. But now, the entire hallway's flooded. Water’s pooling in the cracks of the linoleum, the air’s wet and heavy, and I feel like I’m drowning in the mess I’ve made.

My sneakers squeak against the floor as I sprint down the corridor, water splashing around my ankles. I’m soaked through. My phone’s in my pocket, buzzing like crazy—probably a text from Elias, laughing at me, but I don’t have time to check.

I glance back. The teacher’s nowhere in sight, but I know they’re not far behind. A few more steps and they’ll catch me. Damn it. I’ve got to find a place to hide.

Then, out of nowhere—wham—I crash into someone. They’re moving just as fast as I am, but way more calm about it.

I stumble back, my heart pounding like a drum.

“You gotta be kidding me,” I mutter, but I don’t have time to be pissed about it. I don’t know who this person is, and I don’t care. All I know is that if they saw me, they’re going to tell the teacher, and that’s the last thing I need right now.

Before I even have a chance to think about it, my hand is reaching out, grabbing their arm. Hard.

“Hey, listen,” I say, my voice low but panicked. “I don’t have time for this, so you’re gonna have to come with me. Don’t ask questions. Just—stay quiet.”

They freeze for a moment, probably trying to process what just happened. I don’t care. I yank them along without thinking, dragging them behind me toward the nearest hiding spot: the old storage closet behind the janitor’s office.

“Come on,” I hiss under my breath. “You want to get caught?”

I can feel their arm tense up in my grip, like they’re about to pull away, but I’m not letting go. I can’t. The teacher’s already getting closer, and if I let this person go, there’s no way I’ll get out of this.

“Don’t say anything. Don’t tell anyone what you saw,” I warn, pushing the door of the storage closet open. "You stay quiet, and I’ll let you go after this."

They’re still quiet, still not saying a word, and honestly, I’m too worked up to even notice their face. I’m just trying to figure out how the hell I’m going to get out of this.

I close the door behind us, and finally, I let go of their arm, taking a deep breath. I don’t say anything, though. I’m too busy trying to hear if the teacher’s coming closer, but the only thing I can hear is my heart hammering in my chest.

For a moment, it’s just us in the dark closet, and I feel that tension. But I have no idea what this person’s going to do.

I can’t believe I’m in this situation

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