"Perfect! I know this secret room where we can sit and chat." She almost squealed as she began dragging him to the back of school building.
Angelique's stomach flipped as her heart and her head battled with one another. In her mind, she knew meeting Jack was the most foolish and reckless thing she'd ever done, and if she were caught by any of her classmates and they were to tell it to her mother, the consequences would be the most severe she'd ever endured. But her heart, it stutter-stepped at the very mention of his name, and stilled at the thought of not meeting him.
And that was enough, because for the first time in her life, Angelique was going to be selfish.
What were the chances she'd ever have the opportunity to feel this alive again? The answer made her eyes burn with unshed tears.
She dragged him round the massive victorian style building till they reached the deserted corner of the school. There was a single door with 'Wood Shop' scribbled across it in permanent marker. She pushed open the door and the smell of a deserted room hit them.
She wasn't worried about getting caught, no one had used this classroom since Mr. Brown, the woodshop teacher, passed away last year. Angelique pulled a canvas cover from one of the machines and spread it on the floor, hoping that the added cover of being hidden from the windows would make her more comfortable, and calm her nerves down. She dropped her bag to the floor and tugged him over to the canvas and eased them both onto the floor. They sat indian style across from one another, their knees touching.