"I'm doing this for you, for us!"
"No Wilbur, you're doing this for you."
A story in which Wilbur makes a mistake he'll soon have to pay for.
THIS BOOK IS UNDER EDITING
𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗥 !!
This book contains graphic content such as violence, me...
Everything was going according to plan. Toby and Clay had once again gotten up at the crack of dawn just to break into another locker, although things hadn't gone as smoothly as last time.
No, no one had walked in them trying to get the combination. That process was quite quicker than last time since Toby actually knew Tommy's last name. But it was the locker searching that almost had gotten them caught. So instead of going through the locker at the school and taking what they wanted, this time they took everything. Every single book, paper, notebook, pencil, you name it, it all went into one bag.
They hadn't planned on security coming down the same hall they were going to be down, but things happen and this was an urgent matter.
Now sitting in Clay's bedroom after a long day of seeking around, the two boys were sprawled on the floor digging out the items from Tommy's locker from an extra bag Clay had to lug with him all the way home. "Anything?" Clay asked flipping through a textbook.
"Well, there is an empty coke can" Toby shrugged, tossing the empty can into the trash bin near Clay's desk. "This guy sure has a lot of junk..." Clay trailed off, his expression disgusted as he picked up a brown apple core.
"Yea, he's always been that way" Toby shrugged picking up a notebook. "So this Tommy guy, you guys are friends right?" Clay asked going through some sticky notes that were no longer sticky due to dust.
"Yea, really close friends actually. Or at least we used to be..." Toby trailed off, a frown appearing. "But after this, I'll get him back. And we'll get you, George, back!" He exclaimed, a hopeful look on his face.
Clay returned the same hopeful smile before looking back at the sticky notes. "This one says tubs house at six" Clay read aloud, Toby smiling but that soon turned into a confused frown as Clay did the same once they saw the next note.
"George at 3.." Toby read aloud, Clay sat silent. "So it's confirmed, Tommy took the photo." Toby looked down. Clay hummed in response grabbing a notebook.
"This dude's handwriting sucks" Clay shook his head flipping through the pages. "Hangman was always a difficult game to play with him" Toby raised a hand in defense. "I bet" Clay agreed as he continued flipping through the pages.
"Hey look at this!" Toby exclaimed pulling out extra papers out of a notebook, already torn out previously by Tommy. "Sometimes I wonder if this is worth it..." Toby read slowly. "Wilbur was just being protective but he didn't have to do this. As much as I hate George, I don't think he deserved this. I don't know why I'm writing this, this is stupid."
"So Wilbur did have something to do with George, he did something to him..." Clay trailed off, his brows furrowed. "Seems so, and Tommy hates George apparently" Toby looked to the ground.
"Check this out" Clay looked at another sticky note, this one wasn't like the rest. It was blue, unlike the rest of the sticky notes which were yellow. "Kill yourself..." Clay read, a frown displayed. "If you know what's good for you that's what you would do."
"That's someone else's handwriting, so someone must have given him that" Toby stared at the note baffled. "Any suspects?" Clay questioned looking over to Toby.
"Not that I know of, except for Wilbur. But Wilbur's handwriting was nice, very neat. This handwriting is sloppier than his but better than Tommy's" Toby examined. Clay nodded, putting the note to the side. "Anything else?" Clay asked looking over at the extra papers Toby had out.
"Just that one note and then there's some saying that he hopes today will be a good day, here let me read them again" Toby picked up the papers again. "Hope this will be a good day," He tossed that paper to the side. "Go around the left, he won't catch you there" He read another. "Note to self, don't bring headphones to school anymore" Toby read the last one.
"Looks like he was being harassed or bullied of some sort, I mean it looks like he was trying to avoid some person, and then there was that note someone had left him. On top of that Tommy hates George, so there's a possibility that maybe it could be George?" Clay almost seemed like he was questioning himself. " But George wouldn't do that..."
"Maybe that was why Wilbur was involved? Because he wanted to drive George away from Tommy? But I agree, this does seem all so strange, especially since you described George so differently from this." Toby look over to Clay who stared at the floor, his face hard to read.
"George was the type to walk into a room full of people who were sad and just immediately cheer them up. He was always the kindest of all of us, straight A's, everybody liked George" Clay was confused.
"George was tutoring some kid after school right? Didn't you mention that to me once?" Toby asked.
"Yes..." Clay trailed off finally looking up at Toby.
"You ever see this kid he was tutoring?" Toby questioned, his tone serious.
"No... come to think of it, I never did see this kid he was tutoring. But he didn't really talk about it a lot. Tutoring sessions took a while though, like three hours or something. I remember me and Alex would be waiting forever for him to come over all the time" Clay explained.
"Three hours? I could see one or two, but three? That's quite a while" Toby stated, what Clay told him seemed off. There was something off about this whole thing.
"It does seem quite long..." Clay agreed. "Maybe they just paid George for more hours?"
"That's a possibility" Toby looked back at the papers in thought.
A gust of wind blew through the window, causing the papers to scramble all around the room. The leaves from the tree grew loud, rustling in the wind. "Let me go shut the window" Clay stood up irritated, making his way over to the window. He stopped in his tracks, his eyes were stuck on something.
"What's wrong?" Toby asked confused, walking over to Clay. He soon then realized why Clay was frozen. A dark figure stood on the concrete staring back up at them. "What the..." Toby trailed off. "Who are you?!" Toby shouted down at the figure.
The figure stepped into the moonlight, a grin appearing on their face as they gave a salute.
"That sick fuck..." Toby whispered, furry running through him.
The figure stood still for a moment, time moving slow, but before the two boys could make any move the figure ran away. The two boys listing the footsteps along the concrete fade away.
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