The Good Boy's Bad Side (The Double Life: The Secret Of The Clarks) Book 1

#10: If you see your friends flying with jet-boots, you can believe in unicorns.

The same day,
12: 41 pm,
In the library,
Stephanie

When you realize that you and someone else says the same thing at the same time, you get pretty annoyed.

Tony and Marc were experiencing that same thing, including me.

"Will you stop copying me? " They said together. Yes, Marc was the guy who bumped into T.

"Stop! " They said again.

" I SAID STOP!!!" They said and sighed in frustration. Marc was the one looking more frustrated than Tony. His anime bangs(which I love a lot) hung on his forehead in a messy way and he was sweating a lot. I secretly added a question in my bucket list- " Are The Clarks anime lovers?" I wonder if they watch Naruto.

My sighs escaped my mouth and filled the silence in the room. I spoke up-" Let Marc ask the question first"

Then he looked up at me and asked-" What are you doing here? Are you following me"
Seriously this man asked me this question- Aren't libraries public places?

I ignored him and told Tony to ask his question," and as for your question," I looked at Marc," no I just don't know where I am going, I think we are going to the same place "  He did not reply.

If you don't understand sarcasm, you don't understand the world. Wow! Famous words of Stephanie chase.

Tony and Marc stood up and rubbed off the dirt that clung onto their clothes.

"You shouldn't have been here," Tony said. He looked at me," Stephanie don't mind because I need to ask Marc some questions on this amazing reunion." He gave a tight smile to Marc and held his wrist and dragged him to the other quieter corner of the library. Marc rolled his eyes and searched for something in his pocket with his other hand and his face drained colour.

Why am I even wasting my time in all this? I looked at the Fiction section with the books unarranged. All of a sudden I felt a bit OCD, my mind determined to arrange all the books.

As I walked to the bookshelf, I kicked an object lying on the floor. It rolled and rolled as it came back to rest under the table. I bent and reached out my hand to get that thing. It was a cube. I straightened myself after I saved my head from hitting the table.

I examined the object. It had a big 'W' sign on each of its faces except one it had a small numeric keypad along with an 'Enter sign'. I also saw a small opening like a pin sized hole adjacent to the face of the cube having the keypad. I did what most people do. I gave it a shake. Nothing.

Then I stared at the keypad as I heard an-'Ow!' from Marc from the other side of the library. What are these Clark boys up to?

It is demanding a passcode. Well, No shit Sherlock.

As far as Marc is concerned he won't give crappy passwords like 1234 or 9876. Unless he is really stupid like Tony.

"You know it is not my mistake I wore your underwear! I didn't get the difference!" I heard Tony shout as Marc shushed him and Tony said an 'Ow' this time.

Then I remembered the incident that happened yesterday during history class. The numbers formed in my head-

34.4047 118.2468

They were the coordinates of Downtown Los Angelos. That was all I could figure out. But the numbers were 7012 were making no sense. It cannot be a date. Nor a year. Nor a person's age. But...

What if those numbers are the password of this cube? I breathed slowly sensing the smell of books and Marc's minty smell. I also smelled a strong smell of Green Apple. Well, I guess all the Clarks represent fruits or vegetables.