Not Meant to Be (Will's POV)

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Some homework sessions weren't meant to be.
~Anonymous

That's what the note read. I already could give a good guess at who "Anonymous" was.

This guy was really going to get it once I find him.

I looked back at Cherry who nervously shuffled around. "Did you find who did it?" She asked me.

"I have a good guess at who it was!" I angrily stormed out and she nervously followed me.

We walked out the house where I nearly crashed into my mother who was just about to open the door.

"Whoa! You two came home fast," she commented.

"Mrs. Diplon? You're okay!" Cherry exclaimed gleefully.

"Yes sweetie! Why wouldn't I be?" Mom laughed, hugging her back.

Cherry looked to me to give my mother the explanation. I looked around cautiously to see if I was being watched. Then, I took both Mom and Cherry inside the house.

"Mom, I came home and went into the kitchen where I found this," I said, motioning towards the kitchen. My mother's mouth fell open and she pulled her hands over where a loud gasp escaped dramatically.

"William Diplon! Did you already call the cops?" My mother asked furiously.

"No Mrs. Diplon. We had just started to leave the house to find you when you came," Cherry replied for me.

"I have an approximate guess at who our culprit is," I growled.

"I'm calling the police station," Mom declared.

"I'm going to do a little investigating," I told her.
Cherry followed behind me as I went to leave the kitchen.

"No Cherry. You should stay here where it's safe. I'll be back in a matter of time," I said.

"Okay. Please be careful," Cherry told me.

"I will," I assured her as I walked out the door.

I made my way to the park where Grayson practices his athletics. I saw him shooting hoops and when he saw me, he gave me a sly smirk.

 I saw him shooting hoops and when he saw me, he gave me a sly smirk

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"Do you have something to say?!" I angrily approached him.

"Not sure what you're talking about, friend," he replied, smirking.

"You could've hurt my mother! Also my mom has a part time job! How is she going to pay for the damage YOU did?!! I demand you pay up right now, Mr. Athlete-Boy!" I yelled in his face, while jamming my finger in his chest angrily.

"I still have no clue what you mean," he replied, trying to sound sarcastically innocent.

"Oh you know exactly what I mean!" I barked back.

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