[think] I'm /crazy/ ..., Donovan ; Open

[Evelyn Erwan]

Evelyn waved gently at her last students who had finished packing up their books before leaving the room. She sighed in an accomplished way and stared at her now empty classroom. They actually did clean up their mess as she had asked them to. Usually, they were just bound to fake it on the last period of a day, they were way too eager to leave the room as soon as the bell rang to actually pick up small cuts of papers that were dropped on the floor. The woman smiled and decided that she did not have to give the floor a broom hit. Her day was over, and she was happy with it. No kind of authority was asked for her and her students had all handed in their projects.

She walked back to her desk to collect her bag and her precious Mickey Mug, all with one hand so that she could stuff her student’s portfolio under her arm, which she did with no trouble at all. Now all set to leave, she walked out the door, locked it, and headed for the staff lounge, humming some random pop songs as she went.

As dangerous as it seemed, Eve wasn’t looking forward as she walked in the hallway. She was actually looking down at her bag as she put her key set in it and, after that, she was looking at the pile of portfolios she was holding, counting them again to make sure she had them all – and she did. Plus, no one was harmed in the process. She looked up and wished a good afternoon to every student that crossed her gaze.

- ‘’ It’s Hip to be square. ‘’ She sang happily as she entered the empty lounge.

Empty ? Well this was a surprise. She was the only one to actually stick there a little while after the school hours, but at this exact hour, there was usually a rush of staff members gathering their abandoned mugs or lunch boxes so that they could return home as soon as possible. The Art teacher put her stuff down on the table standing before the windows on which was resting a colourful round shaped Disneyland box. The woman reached out and opened it.

- ‘’ Well, that’s a surprise… ‘’ She muttered with a grin as she took one of her last home made cookies.

She sat on the table, Indian style, and took the first portfolio with her free hand while the other one stuffed the cookie in her mouth, careful not to drop any of it on her student’s work.

[Donovan McVane]

Donovan was exceptionally cranky as he pushed through the door of the Staff Lounge. He hadn't been able to get to sleep the night before, and it showed in both his disheveled appearance and surly disposition that he had carried with him throughout the day. He might have even growled at one student, but at this point nothing was certain anymore.

No one was present in the room besides Evelyn, and Donnie cocked a brow at her seating arrangement, though he was too focused on a crash course with the coffee machine to say much. He nodded briefly in her direction as he whizzed past, his mug clenched tightly in his hand.

After filling it, he sighed with relief, and turned back to face her with an air that was considerably calmer than it was seconds ago. He sipped his drink almost happily as he regarded her again.

"I'm pretty sure sitting on that table is against the rules..." he said, "...Hey, what are you eating? A cookie? Are there any left?"

He wandered over to her table, sudden hope lining his features, and smiled at her sweetly, batting his eyes. "Can I have one? Please?"

Evelyn's cooking was not something to be trifled with- Donnie knew this from first-hand experience, and having missed out on the most recent batches of cookies, he felt entitled to one. Especially with the kind of day he was having.

[Evelyn Erwan]

Her eyebrows rose with surprise as she witnessed the progresses of her student, storming carefully trough the portfolio's clichés. However, a soft sound tore her attention off the pictures and Evelyn popped up her head as to see who had just entered the room. She flashed a huge smile for her colleague as he nodded quickly at her, apparently busy - trying to reach the coffee machine at all cost. Looks like someone was having a long day ! She kept her gaze locked on him until he accomplished his mission with success and returned her attention on the pictures.

"I'm pretty sure sitting on that table is against the rules..."

Donovan's words instantly gave birth to a wide grin as soon as they got to her system.

- '' Oh now, really ? '' She questioned innocently, lifting an eyebrow at him. '' Well those rules you are speaking about certainly weren't in use when I was officially proclaimed Table Queen. '' She continued, matter-of-factly as if this all made perfect sense.

Really, who was foolish enough to make up rules only to overthrow her ? If there was some kind of plot going on, she would have to do something about it. She seemed thoughtful as she closed the portfolio she had been flipping trough, deciding to give Donnie her full attention. First, she had more than a week to grade all the projects, and dealing with a cranky Mr. McVane was far more interesting. She was bringing a second cookie up to her mouth when his question came up. She blinked and stared at her cookie with fake surprise.

- '' Oh, yes, cookies ... '' She acknowledged him.

- '' Sure. '' She answered with a shrug, giving into the pitiful eyes, mostly surprised that he wasn't the actual guilty one for the disappearance of more than half of her batch. '' As long as you promise not to overthrow me from my glorious throne, that is . . . ? ''

She decided, performing what was meant to be a dramatic glare, as she handed the little box to him.

[Donovan McVane]

Table Queen? Donnie looked at her suspiciously. She wasn't wearing any crown, and if she thought she was going to be able to trick him into thinking she was some kind of ruler just to get what she wanted, she was in for a shocker.

"Table Queen, huh? Why wasn't I invited to that ceremony? And here I thought we were friends. Y'know, if I became Lord of the Chairs, I would invite you to the knighting." he said, trying to look hurt, though his eyes darted greedily to the cookie in her hand, obviously giving him away.

He couldn't help it- he was really hungry and if she happened to be eating the last one, he would have to resort to find something to eat at his apartment...which would be toast more likely than not. He grimaced at the thought. He had eaten enough dried toast in the past couple of years to wallpaper a small cottage.

'' Sure. ''

Donnie's face lit up like a kid at Christmas, "Hooray!" He deftly pulled the cookies from her hand, "And you know I would never try to take you out of power. You seem like a pretty good ruler...so far."

He didn't actually promise her that he wouldn't overthrow her though, so that she wouldn't be entirely surprised when he plotted to conquer Land of the Tables later in the week. It was prime territory that he could simply not pass up. She would understand.

Donnie took a seat at the table she was sitting on and opened the box of cookies, "La, la, la." He pulled one out and took a bite, "Yum, yum, yum..."

Suddenly he spotted it. The Mickey Mouse mug, sitting right there on the table. The one he had always secretly envied, right within snatching reach. This was an opportunity that he just had to take. The wheels in his head spun at a maniacal pace as he plotted.

"This is really good, as always," he said, chewing his cookie innocently, so she would have no reason to suspect him. He rose from the table casually, picking up the box of cookies to take with him, "Thanks, but I'd better be on my way. Lots of papers to grade, you know how that is. Oh wow, what is that?!"

Donnie's eyes widened, as he looked out the window intensely, "Jesus Christ! Would you look out there?!"

[Evelyn Erwan]

"Table Queen, huh? Why wasn't I invited to that ceremony? And here I thought we were friends. Y'know, if I became Lord of the Chairs, I would invite you to the knighting."

Evelyn looked at him with a questioning look as his tone changed. Oh, now, he felt hurt ? She arched her eyebrows with surprise and fought an amused grin, since this could only hurt him deeper. There was some peculiar glint In his eyes that easily betrayed his little acting, but his colleague was not going to let this new opportunity to fool around slip away.

- '' Well, It was quite a while ago. And plus, I do not think I could actually refer to you as a ' friend ', back in this glorious day. '' She explained with a neglected shrug as she titled her head to the side, eyeing him.

'' So pardon me for not putting Mr. Mysterious-one-with-dark-eyes on top of the guests list. '' She snapped with her very personal accent, trying to sound as truly sorry as possible.

She stood shocked as the cookie box was savagely snatched from her hands, even the one she held between her fingers. Well, that certainly was pure childish excitement. He must've been lacking sleep even more badly than she had expected. The women picked up her mug and drank the poor amount of water that was left in it before replacing it back at her side. She simply kept staring as her friend took a seat and devoured her home made cookies with total enchantment.

"This is really good, as always,"

- '' Oh, you are so sweet. '' She replied to her comment with a sarcastic undertone.

She stared down thirstily at her now empty mug as she got off the table and back up on her feet. What could she possibly refill it with, now? She was mentally about to place her vote on simple and clear water when Donovan declared that he should be on his way. It was sad in some way, but before she could get the chance to express any kind of feelings about the hole thing, his surprised exclamation caused her to automatically turn her head to stare out the window, wondering what could be so wonderfully surprising.

- ‘’ Uh, what ?... ‘' Evelyn said, clueless.

[Donovan McVane]

Donovan made a face. How could he have not seen that one coming? The whole 'oh-we-weren't-friends-so-it's-not-my-fault' card. Hah. He crossed his arms childishly and stuck his nose in the air as if she had just mortally offended him, "Yeah, well, I bet you could've invited me if you really wanted to..."

He paused, a smile cracking through his facade, "What did you just call me?"

It was very, very hard to stay mad at Evelyn for long. She was just so...her. It was hard to explain, but Donnie felt that he was starting to get close with all of his research. For the meantime however, he found it frustrating. Didn't she know better than to distract him when he was pretending to be mad? Obviously she didn't care one bit.

But he decided to let it slip for the meantime. She had provided him with the cookies he was currently munching. He could get back to analyzing her inner workings when he wasn't so damn hungry.

'' Oh, you are so sweet. ''

"Only for you honey," he said with a grin, wiping the cookie crumbs off of the corners of his mouth.

Fortunately, his acting wasn't so badly affected that he couldn't pull off the shiest when it really counted. When she turned to the window to see what he was gaping out, Donovan reached out and snatched the sacred mug with lightning-fast reflexes, shoving it quickly into his unbuttoned dress jacket. He would have cackled if it wouldn't have given him away.

"Oh...I don't know. I thought I saw a unicorn fighting a leprechaun. Must be this lack of sleep. Sorry." he shook his head, sighing with convincing weariness.

"Well, I'll see you around." With that he turned sharply on his heel and made for the door. If he managed to get through it, this would be the most diabolical part of his day- no contest. The prize was hidden within his grasp, and unless she noticed that in the place of where her Mickey Mouse mug used to be there was a plain mug still half-filled with coffee, there was no stopping him.

Donovan regretted leaving the other mug behind, especially when it had done such a good job of serving him over the years, but when it came to the Mickey Mug (or M.M. as he would call it), sacrifices had to be made.

[Evelyn Erwan]

Evelyn tried, but she couldn’t find anything that was even worth the peek, only the usual backyard goodness. The grass was green and the sky was blue, so what could he possibly be gasping about ? However, before she even got the chance to speak her mind, he was already acknowledging that absolutely nothing was going on, and that he could blame it on the lack of sleep.

- '' Well, I think lack of sleep is an understatement . . . '' She commented with a grin, almost sincerely worrying about her colleague's mental health. '' Even I don't witness lucky charms anarchy fights ! '' She stated, making kind of a shocking point.

The woman turned around only to see his back turned on her, ready to leave her. She let a pouting expression deform her features dramatically as her hand instinctively took for the mug it had been reaching for just a second ago. She was about to say goodbye with disappointment until her finger's sensitive messages got to her brain, informing her that her mug's holder did not actually felt like it used to be.

Frowning, she stared down at the mug she was now holding, and was struck by it's plain ordinary ugliness. Where did her precious Mickey Mug go ?

- '' What the ... '' She started in a murmur.

Pure logic made it's course trough her mind as her head popped up and glared at Donovan's back in a old western way. That wasn't the work of a leprechaun, but most definitely the one of a suddenly hurried and sneaky English teacher.

- '' Oh wait ... I'll come with you ! '' She called out, eyes narrowing as she took the mug, her bag and the portfolios casually. '' I mean, who wants to stay here alone with all those deadly unicorns around. Eeek ! ''

The young woman finished with a theatrical shiver of fear. Those Unicorns were definitely the most dangerous creature of all fantasy land. She was fast enough in her little plan to arrive at the doorway at the same time than Donovan, which left them with the great dilemma of choosing the person who would exit first.

- '' Gentlemen first ... '' Evelyn said with a wide grin, sipping the oh-so-pitifully-normal- looking mug way too casually, staring right back at him.

[Donovan McVane]

This was just turning out to be Donovan's day. He was closing in on the door (his escape), the Mickey Mug was still in his possession, and, not only that, but there were still a couple of cookies left in the box he was carrying, which he could look forward to eating later. It was all simply magnificent.

He was about to reach for the doorknob. All he had to do was make it through the door, and then he was home free to book across the grounds all the way back to his apartment where he could quickly put his newly acquired treasure under lock and key. Or just sit around and stare at it- whichever was more convenient. Success was literally within his grasp. But then...

'' Oh wait ... I'll come with you ! ''

Shit. Her tagging along wasn't part of the plan. Donovan paused however, some small part of him hoping that she was going to offer to bring him more cookies tomorrow, though he doubted his newly discovered luck would take him that far.

"Oh yeah. Nasty little shitheads, those unicorns. They'll run you through with their horns of theirs if you're not careful- I mean, look at how sharp those things are and tell me that..."

Donovan stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening momentarily as they spotted the mug that he had abandoned clasped in Evelyn's hands. Dammit. She knew.

"That they're not supposed to be weapons. Vicious creatures," he finished with a grin, "But you're safe as long as you're with me. I know how to fight them off."

He stood tentatively in front of the door, waiting for her to go through. If she did, there was still a chance he could run the other direction and get away relatively scot-free, until she managed to corner him again of course, though Donovan would be sure to make that tricky. But Evelyn seemed to have other ideas on the matter of door etiquette.

'' Gentlemen first ... ''

"Oh no. Ladies first, I insist," he said, pushing the door open for her. He didn't make any move other than that, and held the mug inside his jacket close to his chest, in case she got any funny ideas that she was going to be able to snatch it away. Hah. She could try.

[Evelyn Erwan]

The woman needed some efforts in keeping her face in a casual composure. Coffee. How come she hadn't thought about that ? She had to be the only adult in this whole establishment who's mug was always filled with anything but coffee. That fact came very close to declaring that she was the only sane adult of the school then, in her mind. The taste wasn't as horrible as she remembered it was, so the slight wrinkles on the border of her lips were mostly caused out of surprise. However, she could not let this infamous dark brown liquid give away the wonderful acting she was presently performing! So she kept on looking at the man standing before him, managing to swallow the doomed drink.

"Oh no. Ladies first, I insist,"

Evelyn was just going to pull the ' Oh no, I insist, now ! ' card to answer him, but it was obvious that it would keep them stuck in the doorway for at least two minutes now, until one of them finally decided to shove the other one forward, out of the room. As far as she could guess, that person could only end up being Donovan, so;

- '' Oh well, if you insist, then ! ''

she answered, rolling his eyes at him, somehow sweetly. Why now, gentlemen had to be thanked, it wasn't like you met them every single day. She stepped out by the door that was held open for her

- '' Thank you, oh mighty Unicorn-slayer-knight ! '' She added cheezily, placing a hand on her chest right before her heart, batting her eyelashes at him preciously, and exuberantly. She was actually being very honest about it, but it was Evelyn who was actually thanking him, and that meant he couldn't count on the two simple courtesy words people simply used.

[Donovan McVane]

Donnie smiled triumphantly as Evelyn gave in and went through the door first. He had won, and had he lacked the sense to know that modesty was a key part of the getaway plan, he would have rubbed the victory in her face. Because that was what any mature adult would do in the situation. He figured he could bring it up the next time they passed through a doorway together to make up for this time. 'Hey Evelyn! Remember that time you went through the door first, and I WON?' He did have a remarkable memory, and if she thought he was going to let this slip, she was horribly wrong.

Donovan managed to keep a straight face as he closed the door and stepped out after her, and bowed. "Anytime, m'lady. Us knights have a code of honor that I'm afraid I can't break."

He winked, and took a step back, still facing her but just out of mug-snatching distance. His back faced the hall and just down the hall was the pair of doors he needed to get through in order to get away. Hopefully she wasn't going to call security on him- getting tackled by Tony wasn't how Donnie wanted to spend his afternoon, especially if it resulted in a trip to the principal's office. That was not what he needed.

"So you just watch out for those unicorns, ok? If you see one, just whistle the Rugrats theme song and I should come running. If not, just wave your arms wildly like this. That should distract it so that you can run away."

He continued to take backward steps while he talked, and he might have bumped into a few people if his loud voice hadn't alerted the students of his crazed, arm-waving, backwards walking presence. The few left in the hall scattered to stay out of his way.

"You're completely on your own with the leprechauns though. Not my forte at all."

[Evelyn Erwan]

The women walked out of the room, avoiding the rushing students in the corridor as she went, and Donovan started rambling about his honourable knight position. As always, she laughed lightly to his priceless words. It was just something he was always able to do. Her laugh only grew more defined to his obvious wink and she rolled her eyes lightly, amused. She nodded as he went on with his instructions and warnings about the unicorns, and to see him waving his arms crazily like that was just insanely funny when you added the horrified looks students around them were giving him.

Any other teacher would have slapped him, ordering him to stop because of all that awkward attention he was bringing, but she was not any other teacher. She was Evelyn Erwan, and she could not care less about all those looks. They were amusing, to say the least. However, the situation became less comical as she noticed the distance he was quickly putting between them. He was really going to run away like that, like such a thief ? Now, that was just horrible, and it was teenagers who couldn't be trusted these days ? She doubted that even more, now. She was done being an adult now. She took a deep breath - she could play dirty, two.

She smiled at him and looked like she was about to wave him goodbye, until she brought the mug to her mouth. Her eyes widened.

- '' What the... is that Coffee ? '' She said incredulously looking at the mug she was holding in her hand. '' Oh my god, my mug ! ''

The woman nearly screamed that last sentence, looking around, uselessly, hoping to find out what could've happened to her precious object. She looked at her colleague shortly, her green eyes now shining with what seemed to be water - tears ?

- '' God, Donnie, my mug ! It's gone... How is that possible ? '' She mumbled with a very worried voice as she turned to the door they had previously passed by, looking trough the small window. Acting was a sacred art, and it was a secret to no one that Evelyn was one heck of an artist.

[Donovan McVane]

Those doors, those beautiful doors that had gone unappreciated by Donovan for so long. He was getting closer to them, he could tell, even though he wasn't facing the right direction as his black shoes scuffed along backwards. In a few seconds he would be pushing through them, free to frolic through the fields as he scampered all the way back to his apartment.

And it was here, almost at the finish line that he felt a disgusting twinge of guilt. Just a twinge mind you, but it was still enough to bother him.

She knew that he had her mug, and yet she wasn't doing anything about it. He would have felt worse if she hadn't realized what he had done, but still. He liked to think of himself as a man without a conscience, and yet here he was, cracking like some kind of Humpty Dumpty loser just because of the innocent look on her face. But what he should have been focusing on was what she had in mind for revenge, because without warning, Evelyn made a scene that topped even his arm-waving, train-wreck of a procession.

She shrieked so loudly that Donnie stopped dead in his tracks, his brown eyes widening. What was she doing? Sure the coffee might have been a bit strong, considering that she never drank it, and he was a hardcore addict, but yelling about it? Donnie bit down hard on his lip to keep from laughing, and he studied her with surprised amusement.

The students stared on at their teachers as if they had just broken out of a mental institution, but Donnie kept his cool. If she wanted a show, then he would just have to take it upon himself to be her leading man. Or evil villain. Whichever came first.

He approached her, but had to pause to collect himself yet again when he noticed the disturbing glimmer in her eyes. She was...she was crying? This was bad. Donnie did not do well with tears in any situation, in fact, they scared the shit out of him. He kept his distance, not wanting to get leaked on, but at the same time did his best to maintain a look of concern.

'' God, Donnie, my mug ! It's gone... How is that possible ? ''

"Jesus...I have no idea," he held the Mickey mug closer to his chest, as it was still concealed under his jacket, "Did you ever think maybe it just ran off looking for a Minnie mug to keep it company?"

[Evelyn Erwan]

It was just bound to work, it just was ! She could already taste the sweet smell of victory when Donovan stopped dead in his track. Cheezy emotions, girly outbursts - those were undeniably on the top of his unbearable things list, she knew it. She was just so convinced that she was going to corner him just with this itchyness that was slowly taking over her green eyes that it was becoming very hard not to grin mischiviously. She was also getting so caught up in her acting that dramatically dropping the boringly plain looking mug came to her mind, but she decided that it was too intense reguarding the situation. Maybe he did wanted this mug back, as well.

Many students were even slowing down to try and figure out what was going on between the two adults, but she didn't stop to answer any of those questioning looks. This was just getting better, all those wide eyes were soon going to be an unbearable pressure for her colleague, but she would just be dealing with it perfectly. Yes, victory was very close !

"Did you ever think maybe it just ran off looking for a Minnie mug to keep it company?"

Now what the hell was that ? Wasn't her acting convincing enough to pierce trought his stone heart, or to at least make him feel slightly guilty ? It didn't matter tough, the show would go on, however difficult he was going to make it. The young women's eyes widened to his statement and she shook her head desperately.

'' H-how can you joke around about something like this ? It was a gift ! Oh my god ! '' She shrieked before opening the staff loundge's door. '' It's impossible ! ''

She popped her head in the room, inspecting it with wide eyes. There was no trace of his mug, of course, and he just knew that it was useless for her to go back in there, and so did she ! Before he even get the chance to hyprocitically have a look into the room as well, Evelyn got out and slammed the door dramatically.

'' Jesus ! How did it happen... '' The women muttered convincingly, hiding her face in her hands as she sobbed softly for a few seconds. '' Just wait until I find who put his dirty hands on my mug ! I'll wash those damn, wicked hands until they no more exist ... ''

She let her threatening declarations hanging as she looked up at the ceiling, trying to ' calm herself down '.

[Donovan McVane]

'' H-how can you joke around about something like this ? It was a gift ! Oh my god ! '

Apparently Evelyn did not want to be reasoned with. It was very probable that the Mickey Mug had simply rolled away in search of another Disney-themed mug, but this reasoning was not what she wanted to hear. It didn't help his case that they both knew perfectly well that the mug and all of its Mickey glory was stashed beneath his jacket, but the idea was still a feasible one.

His face contorted with mock agony as he tried to explain himself. "I don't know. I always joke around tragedies. I'm just a stupid bastard, I know."

Yes the situation was getting out of control, but out of control suited Donnie's style perfectly. He could play these games morning, afternoon, and night without tiring or growing even slightly bored. That Evelyn was so keen on playing this mug event to the highest note of drama it could reach just validated the fact that Donovan wasn't the only wack-job running around Hilltown, which was oddly comforting. Evelyn even went so far with her distressed charade as to look back into the Staff Lounge to check for the mug.

"It's not in there?" he asked as she slammed the door shut, "Dammit! What kind of freak would steal a helpless art teacher's mug? You know this really pisses me off."

'' Jesus ! How did it happen... ''

Donnie shook his head as if he didn't know how someone could commit such a heinous act. He took a deep solemn breath as she sobbed, and walked over to her side, putting a comforting arm around her shoulder. He took care to keep the side with the mug at an angle.

"Don't worry. We'll catch the son of a bitch, trust me we will, but let's get out of this place before someone tries to have us committed, ok?"

At least once he got out of the building he would be able to invent some excuse to slip away from her side at first chance he got. All of this for a nicely shaped piece of plastic.

[Evelyn Erwan]

"I don't know. I always joke around tragedies. I'm just a stupid bastard, I know."

Evelyn gave him a quick glare and titled her head to the side lightly, performing a ‘ you think ? ‘ expression that was more than readable before burying her face back into her free hand. All this self control and coldness coming from him was getting on her nerves much more quickly than it should. The woman took yet another deep breath, trying to be as cold hearted and devoted to her act as he seemed to be. She wasn't in college or high school anymore, where she had been a precious addition to the school's theatre troupe, and it had been quite a while since she had the chance to seriously perform. She was just a Art Teacher now, not that she had anything against that ! This wasn't quite a play, or an audition, but she was going to put all her body in soul into it . The show would go on., and there was no way in hell that Evelyn would be beaten at the Impro game by a simple English teacher!

"Dammit! What kind of freak would steal a helpless art teacher's mug? You know this really pisses me off."

His sentence opened such a wide inviting door that she was about to step in with complete delight, and it was terribly hard not to grin deviously while she did. The woman dropped both arms on each of her sides in a devilishly angry speed.

'' I don't know, but wait 'till this gets to Tony ! He's going to have his eyes opened so wide, from now on, that I give that bastard just three days before he finds himself handcuffed. ''

Luckily, there weren't enough students left in the hallway to witness that their Art teacher had just used more swearing words than she ever had in a whole year of teaching. It was a secret to no one that there was a certain coldness between the two man, but it wasn't the case between she and Tony - actually, was there anyone in this whole school that could hate or be hated by Evelyn Erwan ? Well...Yes, actually there was one.

Soon enough, she found Donnie's arms wrapped around her shoulders, which caught her slightly off guard. She blinked and looked up at him with a sigh, nodding at his statement before she started walking slowly by his side. Fine, maybe she could spare him to have a public witnessing his shame when she would pull out the ultimate act, that was bound to burn him to ashes. Once again, her grin remained mental, and inner voices started to sing ' you're a mean one, Ms. Erwan ! ' joyfully.

'' But It's that disgusting thief they should try to commit, not us ! '' She told him, her voice lowering a little into an exhausted murmur. They stepped further into the hallway, and soon most of the students were already out of the building, and the only ones that remained storming trough their lockers were far behind them. Her right hand traveled up to her neck and started to rub it childishly, like she did as a little girl when she tried to keep the tears from coming after falling from her swing.

Her features were starting to tear apart, and her expression was soon devastated with sadness, which her colleague most likely did not get the time to see before she buried her face in his chest, almost tackling pinning him to the wall with full force, during the process ! The curtain was closing on them, and Evelyn let out a dramatic '' Why ! ''

Physical + Emotions + Donovan Mcvane = Certain Failure !

However, the embrace she had just forced him into was annoyingly blocked by something hard that was pressuring both on hers and his chest. Evelyn knew that shape all too well and she grinned momentarily while her face was still leaning on Donovan's body before she pushed herself away from him, her free hand still resting on his shoulder. Now, there was no mistaking that she was pinning him to a wall...

'' Don... '' She let out, eyes narrowing, which darkened her glance in a suspicious glare. ‘’ What’s that ? ‘’ The woman questioned, pointing the weirdly shaped object hidden under his suit.