The (Not so amazing) adventures of Max

Twenty-Second Entry: The Waiting Game

Saturday, September 23

It's been a week since Mr. Dreadmore's big speech about hunting down the coffee culprit, and to say the tension has been high would be an understatement. But today, we finally got a little bit of hope—or at least a reason to stop looking over our shoulders every five minutes.

This morning, I met up with the guys at Ben's house. We were supposed to be studying, but of course, that turned into a two-hour video game tournament with snacks. During a break, Ben brought it up: "I don't know if you guys noticed, but Dreadmore seems... different."

Leo paused mid-chew and gave Ben a look. "Different how?"

"Like, he's chilled out a bit. He didn't even mention the coffee thing yesterday, and he didn't give anyone the death stare," Ben said, leaning back on the couch.

Lo's eyes narrowed. "Maybe he's playing mind games, trying to throw us off."

I had to admit, the thought crossed my mind, too. But the more I thought about it, the more it seemed like Dreadmore might actually be letting it go. He'd been grumpier than usual earlier in the week, but now? Now he was back to his regular, miserable self—not the terrifying coffee-avenger we'd all expected.

Leo grinned, confidence returning like someone flipped a switch. "See? I told you guys not to worry. He has no idea it was us."

That got a few relieved chuckles from everyone, but I could tell there was still a little bit of doubt hanging in the air. I mean, it's not like Dreadmore's the kind of guy who just forgets something like this. But for now, I'll take whatever peace I can get.

Maybe we really are in the clear. And if that's true, then Leo's right—it's time to stop sweating and start focusing on more important things. Like how we're going to survive the history quiz next week without pulling another stunt.