Royalty Rebel/NCT Gang OT22

C3: Waste of a Shirt

I woke up and started to collect my things, making sure not to leave anything behind. The hotel was nice but expensive. 250 dollars a night for one person, did they not know about business? I went out and started exploring. It was a bit easier to navigate myself in the daytime and I was able to find a pawn shop nearby. I went inside and took out all my loose jewelry and some watches I "borrowed" from Eugene. I walked in with $240 and walked out with 700. I knew though those items were one of a kind and far worth more but-

Note 2: No one always gets what they deserve

My plan was to settle somewhere, find a job, and live a normal life. However, it sounded more like a dream than a well thought out plan. My dream was was stopped be my stomach yelling at me to go to a café and get it something to eat. My stomach knows best so I followed its instructions. I went inside and went to order. I got a chocolate croissant and a green tea frappe. After I paid, sat back down, and went to look on my phone, realization hit. Who bought the phone? My dad. He was crazy so it would make sense he would put a tracker in it. Once I was finished, I threw my garbage away, then was to be found covered in what I believed was a smoothie. I looked up to see a man squabbling around to find napkins. "OMG Dude! I'm so sorry", he said.

"You are joking!", I said.

Behind him was a dude sitting at a table laughing so loud it felt like I was loosing my hearing. Of course, the laughing was beginning to bring the attention of people, which made me extremely uncomfortable. "Look, dude, before we get this all situated, can you tell your friend to be quiet?"

He nodded his head and looked behind him. "Shut up. This is serious." The male quieted down and turned around to his computer.

"Well, I'm sorry for spilling my drink on you. I guess I wasn't paying attention and spilled it on your shirt." It took me a while to see the damage. My eyes widened as I saw that my shirt was soaked. "You have GOT to be kidding me", I said.

"Hey don't worry. How about this. I'll pay for whatever you ordered ", he suggested with a smile.

I lifted up my drink and pastry. "I already paid"

"Oh...well, how about I buy you another shirt of equal value. How much is it?"

"$500"

"$500!!", I simply nodded at his reaction.

"It's just a shirt though"

"Yeah just a plain old vintage 1900 Burberry polo shirt that is no longer produced and one of a kind, if not 2"

The boy's mouth widened and the living fire alarm started to laugh again. I sighed and stared straight into the laughing boy's eyes. He stopped laughing after that. Suddenly an idea popped into my head. "Hey you don't have to buy me anything...but"

"But what?"

I sat myself next to laugh boy and plopped my phone on the table. "I want you to hack into my phone and delete any tracking system in it."

"What? What makes you think I can do that?"

"Your computer"

His computer showed a file opened with a huge load of numbers on it. "I'm pretty smart, but even a toddler can figure it out"
He turned his computer away from me and scoffed. "Whatever, I guess I'll do it"

"Thank you!"

Around the time he finished, I had gone to the bathroom and put on a spare shirt. I got my phone and thank the two boys before heading out.

I'm pretty sure everybody and their mamas already know who "laugh boy" and "spill dude" are🙄