[ [ Maddie ] ]
I pull around the corner to go to the easy part of the campus. Where Greg lives.
It's easy to park the car and grab everything without looking suspicious. Remember grabs my arm for a moment - she's shaking - I grin and say,
"Nervous?"
"No. I'm just- I don't know..." She pauses.
"We're not going to get caught, if that's what you're asking."
"No, it's not that. It's just that maybe this isn't really a good thing to do." Great, I think. Just great.
We're behind a tree, it's midnight, and our black clothes are being illuminated by the lamps lighting up the main square in the east part of campus.
We're going to be caught.
I move us under a bush and try to look into Remember's eyes.
"This is my business, so if you don't want to help that's okay. Just wait inside the car and be the getaway driver. Is that okay?" She waits, biting her lip looking over the bush and crouching down before she coleus up with an answer.
"Yes." That's all it takes before I whisper 'go' and sprint towards Greg's dorm room which I had found out where it was days ago.
-•-
When I'm in the hallway, it's dark and everything is silent.B28
B30
B29
I read all the room numbers until my eyes settle on Greg's. He got a single, that's rare.
I slowly try to pick the lock to his room and smirk when it opens a few minutes later.
My eyes settle on the bathroom.
I open the door and take in my surroundings. There's obviously things left from his girlfriend and so I start to spray the perfume and put the magazines in a drawer.
Once that's done I get out of his room and leave everything as it was.
-•-
When I'm outside again, I see the getaway car and I start to make a run for it until a voice spats,"Hey you! Stop where you're going!"
Fantastic.
I turn around and see a security guard running with a flashlight in his hands. I puff out my cheeks and run faster, veering away from the tree that I had hid from and headed towards the student parking lot.
Where - get this - Remember had parked the getaway car.
I hopefully jump inside the car and yell out demands telling Remember to 'go!'
When we're at least twenty feet away from the east campus I sigh and slouch into the car seat, hoping that the security guard had horrible eyesight and didn't read the license plate.
"Now, who's next?"
Written by : 2amlrh
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The Perfect Friend
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