The school was silent, shadows stretching across the empty hallways, the echo of your footsteps the only sound as you and she crept toward the locker that had started it all. The one belonging to the guy who had coined her nickname.

Her grin was wicked in the dim light, hair falling into her face as she crouched by the metal, eyes sparkling with mischief. She held the can of spray paint like a weapon, shaking it once before spraying a bold streak across the surface.

You joined in, tagging it together, each splash of colour making you cough slightly. She laughed low and breathless, the sound mingling with the echoing emptiness of the school, reckless and pure. The hallway seemed to pulse with your energy, the thrill of doing something forbidden intensifying every heartbeat.

When a distant creak made her glance up, you both bolted, running down the halls, laughter spilling into the night, adrenaline making the air buzz. She leaned into you as you dashed past classrooms and stairwells, exhilaration glowing on her face.