I was definitely going to have to get a picture of her for the inside of my locker and one for my wallet, too...or maybe for my car. I was also going to have to have someone take a picture of Nicole and me together to add to both of our lockers—I hated selfies. Maybe someone could get a good one of us at the game tonight.
I got a few looks from people as I headed down the hall to the front office. I figured it was because I couldn’t stop smiling, but I really didn’t give a shit. Hell, any of the guys who had seen my Rumple had to know why I was smiling—she was just too fucking fine, and she was mine. Nothing they could do about it.
Ha!
Fuckers.
I knew she would really appreciate the organization I had imparted and would be glad I spent the time to make it that way. I quickly took the key back to the office and headed back to Nicole’s classroom. I poked my head around the doorway and smiled at her. She gathered up her stuff and walked out to meet me, and I grabbed her hand as she approached. I reached over and kissed her cheek lightly.
“How was trig?”
“Awful,” she replied. “I hate it. How is anyone supposed to remember all those formulas? And if you get one of them just a little bit wrong, all your answers are wrong.”
“That sucks,” I said, trying to sound sympathetic. It was hard to do because I was just about as excited as I could be about Nicole seeing her locker. I swung her hand between us and started heading in that direction so she could put her stuff inside before we went to lunch.
We rounded the corner, and I put my hands on Nicole's waist as I stood behind her and watched her fiddle with the combination lock. I still couldn't stop smiling. She lifted the latch and opened the door, and I felt her stiffen under my hands. She looked up to the locker next to her—probably checking the number to see if she was at the right one.
“What do you think?” I asked, unable to contain myself any longer.
“Do you do this?” she asked. Her voice was just barely loud enough to hear over the other students in the hallway.
“Uh huh,” I replied. I leaned over and placed my lips against her neck. “You like it?”
“Holy shit, Thomas!” she yelled. “What the fuck did you do?”
She turned and pushed at my chest, knocking me backwards a little. I ran smack into some kid with glasses, who ran into a girl coming from the other direction, and books scattered all over the place. The girl started screaming at the other kid, but I ignored them both.
“What was that for?” I asked. My heart was starting to beat faster. This was not how I envisioned this going down. “It looks great!”
“Where is all of my stuff?” she screeched at me.
“In the folders,” I told he
r, and I pointed down to the bottom shelf. “Red is trig, green is biology—of course—and the blue one is for homework before it's graded. The left side has the ones that aren't done yet, and the right side has the ones ready to turn in. The purple one is…”
“Thomas! How could you do that?” Her eyes were intense, and her hands were balled up into fists. My kitten had turned lioness-mad.
My phone went off with a new text message, meowing loudly and echoing down the hallway.
“Are you seriously keeping that as your ringtone?” Nicole snapped.
“I like it,” I said with a shrug.
She glared at me, forgetting the noise from my pocket.
“What the fuck did you do?” she said again as she gestured toward the locker.
“What do you mean?” I was still completely astonished by her reaction. She had to see how much better organized it was. I didn't know how she could have even found today's biology homework at all before I put it in the homework folder. It was at the bottom of a stack of literature notes.
“How the hell did you even get into my locker?”
“I...um…borrowed the key,” I stammered. Okay, I didn't really think about her going in that direction, but really, what was the big deal?
“Borrowed the key?” she yelled. Damn, she could yell when she wanted to. “Borrowed what key?”
“There's a master key…” I said. “I got it from the office so I could…um…fix your locker up…”
Suddenly, the whole thing didn’t sound like the great idea it did initially.