High School Populaire

Chapter 10

The very same evening, Gustave, Angel and Esmé walked towards the shop. The raven-haired knew the shop since she passed by it many times but never truly paid it a lot of attention. Now she wondered what they could do and most importantly, what they could find that would lead them to this notorious prankster.

Speaking of them, they hadn't made any pranks after the school fire, and she kept wondering why. The rehearsals had also come to a halt as the director's assistant burnt her arm during the said fire.

Something didn't seem to stick up in her mind, but she had yet to find out what.

"We are here," Esmé said, and she focused on reality, noticing that they were in front of the shop.

"Let's get this over with," Gustave said and was the first to push the door and enter, the girls following right after.

The bell above the door left out a clinging sound as the trio walked deeper into the old shop. It was mostly wooden with different old antiques surrounded them. Deep into the small room, was the desk with the cashier and behind it was a hallway which led to the costume room.

The trio looked around, but Gustave was the first to walk to the desk. No one was there, and he found himself hitting the reception bell a few times. At last, a man came out.

He had long black hair and a long black beard. A dragon tattoo could be seen on his neck beneath his metal t-shirt.

"Yes?!" he asked, annoyed and eyed the trio carefully.

Esmé grabbed Angel's hand and cowered a little behind her while Gustave looked the man in the eyes.

"We want to know if you have a cloak or jacket or whatever costume it is that is made from this material," he asked and passed him the piece of fabric.

The man grabbed a spyglass and eyed it carefully under the dull light lamp for a few seconds. He then closed the lamp and looked at them.

"We do. A pair of cloaks. Why, you ask?"

"Can you tell us to whom you sold them perhaps? Or who is interested in them?" Angel said, trying to sound less rude.

"What are you kids, cops?" the man asked ironically and laughed. "Customer Privacy Policy guys. Come with real adults and a warrant, and I will let you know."

"Why you-"Gustave was about to start a fight, but Angel grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of the shop along with Esmé. "Hey! Let me go!"

"Don't let your masculinity get the best of you" she explained calmly. "There are other ways to find out what we want."

"And how do you suggest that genius? Break-in, during the night and search the receipts? He asked sarcastically, but her face showed that she was serious. "Oh, you must be kidding me."

"I can do it. You don't have to come along and risk your sorry rick ass. Right now, we need to move forward with all of this. I will come later at night and do the job for us."

"No way. I will come with you, as well. I cannot let you risk everything by making a mistake."

"You have a lot of nerve telling me that I will make a mistake. Maybe you coming along will ruin everything."

The two teens glared at each other, faces extremely close as they kept arguing and accusing each other. Esmé was watching with an amused smirk, seeing a small spark between the two of them.

After another minute of arguing, their anger subsided, and both swallowed their egos.

"Ok. So, I will meet you tonight at midnight here."