You opened your locker in the morning as usual and a gust of stench flew into your face. As you screamed and took a few steps back you heard loud laughing around the corner. You turned around to find Keefe slumped against the wall clutching his stomach and cackling.

"You look so goofy," he laughed turning to look up at you with teary eyes. "I love the way your nose scrunches up when you glare at me, dude. You can't even intimidate me."

He straightened himself up and adjusted his white uniform, wiping the water from his eyes and sighing happily. He reached out boop your nose and grinned, "I'll clean out your locker if you want. And you can use my books for the day. Please don't be mad."

He laughed quietly to himself and offered you his bag, "I promise it's not trapped."