One week before the locker incident.
|••• Chase's POV •••|
"I call her seven." I say.
Blonde, okay-ish face but nice butt.
"I'll call her six." William says.
"Leave her. I have got something important to tell ya." I say solemnly.
"Alright, what's up?" He asks me.
"I have decided to do it finally." I smirk.
"Do what?" His eyebrows furrow in curiosity.
"The locker prank we planned long back. I even got his locker number." I say.
"Oh yeah? What is it?" He asks.
"It's 415." I frown.
"Sure?" He asks me, noticing my frown.
"Yeah, it is 415." I say firmly.
"You really want to do it? I don't think Sam will be too pleased about it." He says.
"Why not? We are looking out for him and moreover that asshole deserves it. It is nothing compared to what Sam has been through." I argue.
"Okay. When are you doing it?" He asks me.
"Once I get to know the combination of his locker." My face constitutes a frown again.
"Don't you worry. I got your ass covered in that." He smirks.
"How?" I ask him curiously.
"Your questions will be answered tomorrow. As for now, lets leave before that girl drowns in her own drool." He says referring to the waitress at the nearby cafe we are chilling currently.
"Can't blame her now, can you?" I shrug arrogantly.
"Crazy bitch." He mutters, forming a smirk on my face.
Next day, lunch-break ~
|••• Chase's POV •••|
"So how are you gonna crack it?" I ask him.
He takes out a magnifying glass and gives me a wicked smirk.
"What?" I ask him, dumbfounded.
"The locker is being opened recently. The numbers which are darkened due to hard exertion are 4,2,7 and 6." He says, looking closely with the help of the glass.
"So we apply the permutation and combination and get the number?" I ask him.
"Exactly!" He exclaims.
"Have you lost it? Do you actually think this is going to work?" I ask him.
"What's the problem in giving a shot?" He asks back.
"Alright, let's try." I mumble.
"Try 7624." He says.
"Okay, here you go." I enter the combination but no success.
"Now 6724." He says and I try the combination only to be bummed.
"Wait, I will try 4267." I enter the code.
Voila!
"You are a freaking genius but it worked only because he presses his fingers hard on the numbers." I say.
"Yeah well, lucky us. So when are you pulling the stunt?" He asks.
"Soon." I say while leaving the locker rooms.
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The Trap
Teen Fiction#EDITING# Previously known as- When the bad boy noticed me. Trap called chaos. Trap called emotions. Trap called life.
