Red Lockers Are Not an Aphrodisiac

So last Thursday, I arrive from the English Honors Exam, nestled far, far away in some obscure corner of the school (Room 404, seemingly among the least convenient classrooms in the school). After mulling around for a good while blabbing about the confusing nature of life and death and the relationships between them through two potions, I arrive at my locker, deep in the red lockers on Main Street. It is perhaps the worst set of lockers in the school, considering that they are quite a bit smaller than others, and the last row (where my is) is practically impossible to maneuver into, which leads to daily traffic jams, while the freshmen somewhat less intelligent and higher on the social ladder blabber away and block our exit with their buxom features... Anyway, today, thanks to being the end of X-Block, the row of lockers in almost empty. I find my row almost empty, and it were to be, lest the couple held in a tight embrace, let's call them Tyler and Lorraine.
Me: "Umm...okay, I can go now..."
Lorraine: "No, it's okay, you can go to the locker, were not doing anything."
So much for the innocent clues, I go to my locker, and alas! It will not open. I'm not very good with locks, but for one very long minute I am unable to get it open. I run off. I talk to Georgina and Rebecca in dark green for a few minutes and remember my locker combinations. I run back. The lockers are vacant. I retrieve my coat. Gahhh.

-Jarj