Steve, James and Adam began to run down the hallway of the school. Class was in session, so the doors were closed and muffled voices could be heard coming from within most of the rooms.
"He isn't in any classrooms, that's for sure." Adam said turning to the others. "If he was people would be screaming, or laughing." He grins again looking directly at Steve's crotch.
"Knock it off. We have a job to do, quit picking on him or he'll break you in half." James says holding up a hand and motioning to Steve's smooth muscular torso. Steve just remains silent.
"Ok. Keith isn't in a classroom, and he didn't go toward the gym. Let head down the B hall." Adam says jogging ahead of them. The other two follow behind, Steve's bare feet slapping loud on the tile.
"Jackpot!" Adam says as they catch up to him. He points at the door to the boiler room. The sign on the door is as old as the school and badly faded, there is a warning that has long since been rubbed off by time.
"When on the run, no better place to hide than the creepy tunnels under the school." The doorknob was loose and nearly came off as Adam rattled it, the mechanism had been forced and the jamb was buckled slightly where the bolt met it.
"Are those real? I heard about em but I thought it was BS." Steve says, feeling uncomfortable hearing his own deep voice.
"No man, it's real. I know a guy who used to go down there and smoke weed from a couple years ago when we were Sophomores. He said they go all under the school and there are storage rooms and everything down there but the faculty doesn't use em any more." Adam said.
He pulled the door and it opened from the damaged frame with a pop and a scrape. "After you." He motioned for the others, James went first, then Steve. Adam pulled the door shut behind him.