Serving Time

Val’s P.O.V

We walked out of the lab, not as normal class folk but sneakily like freaks who’d been waiting for the lessons to finish, just to get missing.

We didn’t do it the obvious way, even if we just planned this. We strolled through the crowd mix and found ourselves in the toilet. The plan was executed just as we discussed. We were killing it better than mercenaries for hire just that the job wasn’t serving. But, service. We were made to serve.

“B, hand me the mop. We have to clear and clean up this row and the other ones in the ground before the 45 minutes elapse at the end of school,” I said casually. But, of course, this was everything to take seriously. My face was serious and rigid for her to see that I was not playing.

“Look at you, this punishment doesn’t suit you, so don’t push it. We could do as we like,” she retorted laughing like it was funny.