I handed the plastic folder over to the lower-year kid and quickly took his money shoving it in my pocket before he hurried off. I shut up my locker and went to head to class when a voice spoke up.
"Mr Clarke,"
Oh shit.
Please don't be a teacher... Please don't be a teacher...
I turned and saw her standing leaning her shoulder against the poster-covered wall in her lace-up shows, her grey knee-high socks, grey skirt, white bottom down, perfect red and gold tie, burgundy blazer, brown leather satchel bag over her shoulder and her Y/H/C hair in a half up and half down style with elegant curls.
Ohh shit.
Y/n Y/l/n.
"Hi Y/n," I smiled,
But she glared me down, "What are you up to Jerome?"
"... Just heading to class?"
"Really? What did the lower-year kid want?"
"Ohh you know... advice... from an older... wiser man." I lied, "What uhh what are you up to Y/n?" I asked desperate to change the subject,
"Ohh you know just heading to Mr Sweet's office,"
"Mr swe- Uhh why are you going there?" I gulped,
"The Prom committee finished up the budget I need to drop it off to him before next period so he can get it approved in time for us to start getting things ordered."
"Ohh yes, of course, I uhh I'm sure you have a handle on it as uh Head of the Prom committee and all,"
"I do," she nodded, "So? while I'm there should I let Mr Sweet know about your little business of selling your old assignments from previous years to the lower years?"
My eyes went wide and my blood ran cold...
Oh shit.
She knows.
Welp... It was nice living. I guess.
"No...Please..."
"I could not." She smirked, "If we make a deal."
"A deal?"
"I know you're a man who can get things,"
I relaxed a little and smiled at her, "I can. What do you want?"
"There is a brand called Silver Threads."
"...right," I nodded,
"They make dresses, beautiful ones, But they are very limited. They released a dress called the 'Felicity' dress. They only produced two hundred and they sold out in milliseconds on the website and the second-hand market online is merely full of terrible fakes." She explained, "I want it for my prom dress."
"And what do I get out of this then?"
"Me not telling Mr Sweet,"
"And?"
"And. I'll pay you the price it was originally sold for upon release."
"With a finders fee?"
"With a finders fee, How much?"
"Ten percent."
"three."
"Seven."
"five."
"Six."
"Done."
"And."
"And?"
"And... Mini corn dogs at prom?"
"Agreed. But if its a fake you don't get a single coin."
"Understood,"
"Good, I expect my dress prom morning Jerome," She said before she headed off to Mr Sweets office. I watched her go and as soon as it was out of view it hit me.
Oh shit... how the hell am I gonna get that dress?!
