Don’t judge. It made work more fun.
Pen nudged me and I cast a quick glance at Ashley and Jeremy. They were leaning down, as if one of them had dropped something. And they were whispering.
I raised my eyebrows at Pen. She raised hers back. Yep, there had to be something going on there.
“Do you think the weather is going to hold out for the game tonight?” Pen asked.
I took the last bite of my sandwich. “I think so.”
Jeremy got up to leave, and sure enough, Ashley followed a moment later.
Well, wasn’t that interesting?
I met Pen’s eyes again and she nodded. Without a word, we cleaned up our lunches, tossed our trash, and slipped out of the teachers’ lounge.
“Which way?” she asked, leaning closer so I could hear her over the din coming from the commons.
Narrowing my eyes, I glanced around. I knew all the good make-out spots in the building. Not from my time as a teacher. But I’d been a horny teenager once. A horny teenager with a bunch of brothers. We’d discovered ways to make out with a girl without getting caught, even at school.
“Let’s try outside by the field.”
She nodded and we made our way toward the back doors that led to the football field.
The fall air was crisp, but fortunately, it wasn’t freezing. We crept around the base of the stands—they were raised above the level of the track—and peeked around the other side. But no one was there.
“Maybe they went into the home ec room,” Pen suggested. “I thought I saw them coming out of there last week.”
“Did you? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I thought I did.” She glanced around. “The home ec window is right over there.”
Grinning, I waggled my eyebrows at her. She stifled a giggle, and we tiptoed our way to the window. Not that we needed to, but tiptoe-ing seemed like the thing to do.
The bottom of the window was set high in the wall—slightly above my head. I looked to make sure no one was around and crouched down, motioning for Pen to get on my shoulders. She set her purse on the ground and slipped a leg over one side, and I held on to her while she climbed on.
Holding her legs, I carefully stood, bringing her up to window height.
“See anything?” I asked.
“No. Wait! No. It’s empty. No one in there.”
“Damn.” I lowered her down and she slid off my shoulders. “It was worth a try.”
“Maybe they’re just going into one of their own classrooms and locking the door so no one barges in.”
“Yeah, could be.”
She opened her mouth to say something else when we heard a buzzing sound.
“What is that?” she asked, patting her pants as if it might be coming from one of her pockets. “Is that my phone?”
I patted my back pocket, but I didn’t have my phone. I’d probably left it in my classroom. I did that a lot.
Something buzzed again, and Pen kept looking around. Cracking a smile, I picked up her purse and handed it to her. “In here?”
She clapped a hand against her forehead. “Oh. Yeah. That was dumb.”
With a sheepish smile, she dug around until she found her phone. A look of alarm crossed her face, and she almost fumbled it trying to answer.
