BLACKMAIL | MATT CHAMPION

MISSION TWO

it's one in the morning, and i drag myself to matt's house. i'm feeling extra tired at the moment, i really just want to sleep but i know we have to go through with this.

i again dress up in all black, and i quietly knock on his front door, waiting for him to open it. a few seconds later, appears matt, "are you ready to go?" i ask him, my voice dragging on.

he looks at me up and down, "you look tired, are you sure you're gonna be able to do this?" he stands next to me, locking the door.

i rub my eyes, "i'm sure, but do you have the hair clippers?"

he pulls it out from his pocket, "it's right here."

he walks to his car and i trail behind him, my feet feeling like they weigh fifty pounds. once we're inside, we buckle our seatbelts and get on the road to wesley's house.

i yawn, "so i heard your birthday is coming up." i try to make conversation.

"right on valentine's day, everyone's favorite holiday." i can hear the sarcasm in his voice.

"you don't like valentine's day?" i ask.

"i hate it more than anything, even worse that my birthday lands on it." he focuses on the road.

i try to be positive about valentine's day even though my history on love hasn't been the best. but i'm doing my best to forget the past and move on.

"i think the day is okay, it's not that bad." i shrug.

"well i feel bad for the losers that are going to the valentine's dance this friday. it's a waste of time." matt sounds a little angry.

"you should go, i think it would be fun." i suggest him, hoping he'll actually consider it and stop with the negativity.

"never have and never will," he shakes his head, "besides the dance is the day before my birthday, and i usually lay low from the boys because they always try to throw me a party."

"let them throw you one, don't be so boring." i call him out.

"i always celebrate by being locked in my room the entire day. it's a tradition, don't make me break it."

i giggle, then i see wesley's house from a distance. matt parks across the street again, and we unbuckle our seatbelts, preparing ourselves.

"how the hell are we going to get inside the house?" he asks confused.

"his window, he always leaves it unlocked." i tell him, getting out of the car.

"why?"

"he used to leave the window unlocked so i could sneak into his room at night, i'm sure he does the same with his new girlfriend." i lastly say before lightly shutting the door.

matt does the same, and follows me around the outside of the house. i find wesley's window, "it's right here." i carefully slide it up.

i open it enough for the both of us to sneak in, then we both crawl inside quietly. i see him peacefully sleeping against his pillow, snoring loudly.