"Mallory we aren't suppose to be in here," Esme mumbled beside me, as we wandered around in my main music class room. It was dinner, we were suppose to be in the cafeteria like everyone else. But I needed to check if Tyler had brought his test in today, so I could text Billie for the confirmation. I wouldn't have the time to look through for any hints of cheating myself. I just needed to know if it was here.

"No one's gonna see us Esme it's fine,"

She sighed and sat behind the teachers desk. Swaying back and forth in the spiny chair as I stood on the other side of the desk flicking through the papers.

"So what are we looking for? Does this have anything to do with Mr Armstrong's planner?"

I looked up at her. "We're checking if Tyler's test is here,"

"Why would it be?"

"He was suppose to bring it in as an example today,"

"So you're searching for it... why?"

I stopped searching through, giving her my full attention. "You remember that thing you said a few days ago? About how I need to find proof? 'No one can turn a blind eye at proof' Right?"

"Out of all the advice I've given you listen to that?"

"No but Esme you was right-"

"-So what's he got to do with this?"

I froze for a second. About her bringing the topic of him back up. Before I managed to ask: "Who?"

"Don't play dumb with me on this. Mr Armstrong? Whats going on with you and him? And don't tell me it's nothing,"

"Esme it is nothing! I don't know what makes you think otherwi-"

"-He's the only ever teacher you've listened to. You called him by his first name that one time when talking to me, he had you doing all this work for your test- but then there's other times when I caught you in the hall after he kicked you out his lesson. You guys are too close, for it to just be a teacher an a student,"

"Esme he's not a teacher anymore-"

"-But you're still in contact with him?"

"What? No I-"

"-You had his planner,"

"So? Planner's dont mean anything?"

She sighed. Getting up out the chair and making her way out the room. With no words, just a long breath out and attempting to leave.

"What? Where are you going?" I asked quickly, confused.

"I'm not gonna help you out with things if you're gonna carry on keeping me in the dark about what's going on about things," She breathed pausing near the door as she turned back around.

"Esme there's nothing,"

"Why are you guys so passionate about things then? He gets too angry at you for it to be a teacher thing. You try too hard for it just to be because he asked you to study as a teacher. I mean- well what about that time you were punching Tyler? I was in the crowd of people shouting you. Then all of a sudden Mr Armstrong picked you up and pulled you off him,"

"Yeah- any teacher would have done that-"

"-Mr Wilson coming with you I get. He's a head teacher. Mr Armstrong's just a music teacher. But he went to you. He didn't check on Tyler or anything- he was more bothered about you getting yourself in trouble that he restrained you from hurting Tyler anymore. You and Tyler are both in his class. But he cares more about you,"

If I was to explain. It would take a while, I didn't have enough time now even if I did want to tell her.

Esme had always been my person. The one I told everything to, when I was angry or even sad. I told her everything there was to know. Was it wrong that I wanted one secret? Or was it wrong that I wasn't being honest.

"I don't... know what it is Esme,"

She pursed her lips slowly leaning on the door frame as she looked down at the ground with a thinking face. "So you're still in contact with him?"

I nodded slightly and slowly.

"I though so... so.... is he... helping you?"

"I didn't plan on him helping me- he wanted to-"

"-Are you like... a thing, with him?"

What do you call it? Between me and Billie. I mean- it wasn't a thing. But it wasn't just a friendship. I had already established I liked him, but for now?

"No! No no were not a-"

"-Girls!"

Esme flinched stumbling forward as she spun back to see Miss Fares. She stood with her hands glued to her hips, her dead eyes switching between Esme and I.

"Ahh, hi Miss," I awkwardly greeted.

"What are you both doing in here? You know classrooms are off limits unless a teacher is inside of them,"

"Mallory left her planner in here," Esme blabbered out standing beside me.

"I did?" I asked, looking over at her. Before she gave me hard eyes. "Ah- yeah, yeah I did,"

"If you're lying, you know it'll be a-"

"-Detention, I know," I finished.

"So? Go get your planner then,"

I looked at Esme panicking silently. Before she whispered "Mr Armstrong's," over to me. I nodded understandingly... before awkwardly walking up to a desk and pulling a chair out.

Miss looked at me questionably, before I dragged the chair over to the shelf.

"What are you-"

"-It's on the shelf," Esme answered for me.

I stood on the chair. Spotting the planner as I slid it off in to my hand. I jumped back down showing it her, covering his name on it. "See, I told you I was getting my planner,"

"No attitude Miss Valentine. Now both of you leave. And next time, ask permission before you go into a classroom,"

I rolled my eyes to Esme before we both left the classroom with out any more questions. As I carried Billies planner in my hand under my arm.

~

Billie Joe's P.O.V

I walked back into the old classroom, after being given permission to grab the 'things I left'.

The school hours had drawn to a close, the plan was to grab the test, pick Mallory up and go through it at mine.

But first, I should probably actually grab the thing that was planted in here. My planner.

I remembered Mallory telling me it was on the shelf, I walked over skimming my hand on the top of it. I could only feel dust. This was the only shelf? She surely said she put it here?

It wasn't exactly important I guess, I could go with out the planner. I was suppose to find Tyler's test anyway.

After wiping the dust of the palm of my hand, I began flicking through the papers on the front desk that use to be mine. Before the phone in the back of my pocket began to ring.

I paused pulling it out. "What's up Mal?"

"You got it?"

"I was just looking-"

"-You're still there?"

"Yeah, do y'know where he put it? You went and looked at dinner to see where it was didn't you?"

"Oh, erm... well... I did. Technically. But as I was looking me and Esme got side tracked and then next moment we got kicked out of the classroom,"

I sighed. "So no?"

"No! Technically I tried!"

The papers on the desk looked like it could have just been a stack of normal sheets. I kept the phone between my shoulder and ear pulling out the desk draws sitting down. "Y'know... I don't know if I can find it. Are you sure you convinced him to bring it in?"

"A hundred percent! Billie I told you at the drive to my house, he was more than happy to be used as an example to the school. His pride was overflowing out of him, he would not of missed that opportunity to show off,"

"And you're sure?"

"Are you doubting me Armstrong?"

"No ma'am,"

"Look I'm telling you its there somewhere,"

"Well it's not in here," I mumbled, shutting the draw of the desk.

"Try checking his folder,"

"Good plan," I stood back up making my way to the music folders. Finding their exact class before pulling out the draw.

I flicked through the folders searching for the particular name. Not being able to keep in the chuckle when I found Mallory's.

It wasn't I laughed just because it was hers. It was the state of it. All the doodles mindlessly drawn on the front. The way she scribbled her name over and over again so it looked rough and in printed into the folder. It had rips in and was pretty scuffed. She hadn't taken any care in it, that was clear.

Before actually being 'warned' about the trouble Mallory can cause in a classroom, I was able to look through the classes, of who I was going to be teaching, work. Mallory's all looked the same.

All with the same hand writing. It always started off neat. The letters the same sizes, but it ended with them being done messily floating off the lines sloppily. Then there was the doodles, the random lines around texts on the sheets.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing... nothing," I carried on looking through before: "Ooh, I found his folder,"

"Oh well great! Is his test in there?"

"I'm checking now,"

I pulled the folder out and looked through it. Flicking through random work sheets filled with un necessary cursive neat writing. "His hand writings so neat," I randomly spoke looking through.

"Trust me I know," She laughed. "He wrote me some notes out once in neat handwriting,"

"He did?"

"Yeah...." The phone call went silent again before I realised a thick A4 booklet. I gasped slightly before she asked. "Did you find it?"

"I think so," Turning it to face me, I stared down at the front cover that was in fact Tyler's test paper. "I've got it!"

"Really!? Well come on get over here an pick me up!"

"Alright alright! Let me just put the folder back,"

After putting his other things back where they originally were, I stood up straight stretching my back as I looked successfully at the paper in my hand. The phone was now in my other hand on speaker as I checked the paper quickly.

I flicked through the pages to see how much that was wrote inside of the test paper. Maybe it would be easy to just tell now if he cheated, or maybe we would have to read through the thing back at mine.

So it was very safe to say that when I was flicking through to check just how much work I would be reading over, analysing carefully with Mal. That that wouldn't be necessary after all.

Why? Well it was easy the moment I saw the pages writing. All this writing that was in his test paper. It started off neat, but down the pages began to slop to the side. Floating or falling off the lines. The signature circled for the dots of the letter i's. This was Mallory's hand writing... this was Mallory's test.