WHO: Laney & Ray WHERE: Some abandoned HS Classroom WHEN: Thursday, Lunch Hour
The note had been covertly slipped into her locker that morning. It had been hastily scrawled on a piece of notebook paper, more of an after-thought than carefully-devised machinations...but that was just the way Ray was.
Laney Evans. Ray could think of no better accomplice for what he had in mind. It was going to be epic, a tale handed down from generation to generation of genius, of ingenuity, of hilarity...
The room had been chosen with care. Ray knew it was abandoned at lunch, and, better yet, the window panes were covered in gaudy decorations, keeping the room's occupants hidden from those passing by in the hallway.
Peanut butter sandwich half-eaten on the desk in front of him, Ray's attention was focused on the notebook in front of him and the small doodle he was creating in its pages.