High school lovers (Private for me and sumomiro)
 

Lewis Drake was so bored. It was the middle of his maths class, and the teacher's voice sounded like a million flies on a hot summer's day.

Scribbling onto a piece of looseleaf, Chris did his best to copy the notes off the board. Taking a glace towards the clock he sighed seeing that only seven minutes had past in what had felt like thirty. Waiting for the teacher to turn back to write down more notes, he took out his cellphone, sliding it to get the keyboard and clicked the keys as fast as possible, 'lunch?'. As quickly as the phone had appeared it was away, a text sent to the one person he knew was as bored as he was.

Lewis heard his phone chime in his pocket. Discreetly pulling it out, unlocking it, and typing "I'll be there with bells on :P"

Jumping at the vibration of the answer, the young student once again checked and subtly pulled out the pocket-sized device. He couldn't help but laugh a bit at the response, though tried not as to not be discovered. Happy with his plans, he put the phone back and willed himself to pay attention, but his mind continued to wander.

The bell suddenly rang, causing Lewis to jump slightly. "Ok, everyone, it's lunch . Don't forget your homework!" shouted the teacher, as everyone was already rushing for the door.

"God, why does she treat us like we're kids?" Lewis asked Chris when they were out of her earshot.

"Because most of us still are..." he responded with a laugh, pointing to a group of guys congregated around a locker. "A little birdie told me that a few people are planning to have a water-ballon fight in the parking lot, some of us just never grow up I guess" he finished, shaking his head with a pleasant wonderment.

Lewis laughed slightly. "Oh, God. Here's hoping they don't cause too much damage, eh? Remember the time we put blasting caps under Mr.Villiers' car? That was hilarious!"

Chris smiled, "Oh, now -that- was a good day... what was that again about being treated like kids, huh Lewis?" he said with a look, giving the man a playful punch in the arm.

"It was Diana's idea. Remember, she's the one who wears a t shirt with "I have boobs, you must obey" Across the front?"

"Well, when a t-shirt makes a valid point like that" he shrugged merrily, stopping Lewis so he could throw his book and binder into the small locker he had. Tossing in the items, he made sure he wasn't missing anything. "Where is Diana anyway? I had hoped to kind of warn her about the watery massacre that's about to go down".