The 5 feet tall nerd could do nothing against him, she just could watch him moving away while cursing herself like never ever before for not being cautious enough ...
*Riiiiing*
The school's bell popped to announced the beginning of school day...
The skinny girl had to find a way to have the Dictaphone back, but she just couldn't fly away from classes like nothing...
So, during all the morning, she thought of ways to skip classes and have time to seek for Peter, and get her things back...
During the morning break, as Angie was brainstorming with herself on the hallways trying of thinking of a plan,
she heard 3 girls speaking and complaining about their day.
One of them being Brittany, a girl Angie knew was from Peter's class.
"Oh god! This day has barely start and i'm already sick of it! I can't eeeeeven !..."
"Oh yeah, tell me about it! These 2 hours of biology are sooooo boring! Why do they even make us start the day with such annoying course! It sucks!"
"Yeah! So true! Like... Why do we even care about these ... DNA things and these red and white... corpuscles thingies or whatever! Like, WHO CARES ?!... NEEEERDS!"
The 3 superficial teens giggled.
Angie, meanwhile, while not really listening to them (she had other things to do than paying attention to some idiots blond girls' talk), could hear them. It was what followed that eventually caught her attention more, as Brittany said :
"At least we get to have P.E (Physical Education) at the end of the day. I can't wait to see all these boy's sexy muscles moving and sweating at the gym..."
"Aaaah, yeah
! That's only thing interesting in this goddamn school! I can't wait for 4:00 P.M!"[So Peter will have P.E at 16:00 ?... He'll have to put his stuff in the lockers! Here is my chance!]
Thought Angie has this sudden opportunity was finally giving her hope.
[I just hope Peter didn't found out what this thing does.... Oh, dear, please, don't make Peter know what this dictaphone does!...]
the brunette wished deep inside.
The day kept going, and Angie couldn't found no trace of Peter.
She used the lunch break opportunity to try to find him, but without luck... She would have to stick to her plan...
The afternoon went as well, with the small brunette not paying any attention to what the teacher said during the math and english classes, way too concerned and focus on her goal, and it was visible on her face.
Something that couldn't missed Lucy, her best (and only) friend, sat not far from her in the classroom.
The black haired goth girl easily noticed something was bothering her nerdie friend...
"Pssst !" Lucy called, whispering, into Angie's direction, trying to be discrete and attract her friend's attention while not the teacher's one,
"Psst! Hey!... Angie!... Are you alright ?..."
But Angie didn't answered. She was clearly lost in her thought.
"Miss McMillan! Could you please pay attention ?..", said the old grumpy teacher, who caught that little attempt from Lucy.
"Yes... Sorry mister!" just apologized Lucy...
Too bad... The pale girl would have to wait to know what was wrong with her friend...
Meanwhile, Angie, impatient, was paying attention to the clock, waiting for 16:00 to come.
And when the school's bell ringed and announced the end of the class, Angie flew out of the class even quicker than all the slackers of the class.
"Angie, wait !..." called Lucy as she saw, surprised, Angie running away from the room like she suddenly got the urge.
But the 5 feet tall skinny brunette was already running around the school. And after stopping by at the next class to see inside the teacher of her next class, doing her best to act like she was sick and had to see the nurse (giving her an excuse to skip the class before it even started), after making sure she wasn't watched or stalked, she ran to the School's gymnasium...
Angie wanted to be there on time to sneak into the boy's locker room while all boy (and mainly Peter) would be away, giving her the opportunity to take back her precious dictaphone.
Inside the gymnasium, in the deserted hallway, Angie could here the echoes of quick steps, teenagers jumping, running around on the gymnasium's floor, the P.E teacher speaking loud and voices here and there of teenagers yelling, talking, sometimes laughing.
Cautiously, she arrived at the entrance door of the boys' locker room, left opened carelessly.
Back to the wall, Angie picked a quick look inside it, to make sure nobody was there.
[Okay... The coast is clear...], she said to herself, happily noticing the locker room was, indeed, empty of anything breathing.
Everything was going well so far.
Quickly, but discreetly, Angie rushed with her little feet inside the locker room and as fast she could, rushed, one by one, every locker to identify Peter's one.
[Not this one...]
[Not this one...]
[Not this one, either... Okay, maybe this one...]
[Nope... Still not his locker...]
As she was raising her little hand to reach the next locker to inspect, someone, at the other entrance of the room, the one giving access to the gymnasium's main room, a big figure, looking at Angie, called for her.
"Hey! What are you doing, chipmunk ?!"
...