Taking Matt Whitteker Down

Evening adventures.

"Where did I leave it?" Katrina asked testing the waters. The unimpressed look she received made her swallow her humor and continue on

"right.. I hadn't started"

She was at least relieved. She got what she came for after all. It was weird though. She remembered the feeling of relief differently.

It was about this week. Probably nothing will ever feel the same as before.

"Nick Hammond and I began our trip down the rabbit hole one Saturday two days after my eighteenth birthday. With no sign of a vehicle in my view nor a closure; I opted to take matters into hand.
My hands."

Katrina displayed her hands over the gray chipped table tracing her fingers to the last vein. Some sort of uncertainty stirred unaddressed in her eyes then left all at once.

"Planning is the easy part.. you know? And to some extent so is executing those plans of yours. Because I was afraid of Matt, I kept my distance. I wasn't sure whether he had forgotten or let go of the matter and I wasn't willing to test my luck.

The plan was, or Nick's part of it was to get close to Matt's circle. Because he was friends with Matt's friends I asked Nick to hang out with them, grill them out if possible. While I stalked Matt Whitteker from afar. I was gathering incriminating ammo. So the next time I confront him I'd have a straighter back bone. Yeah?
Funny thing is. We came up with nothing. Matt Whittker was a creature of habit. And following him around got boring real fast. Nick's end wasn't promising as well. Those two he'd found out hadn't spoken to Matt since New Year's.

The days rolled with us taking turns on The Whitt's surveillance 'we called it that because... hell! all jammed up in a car for hours you tend to lose your sense of originality. As I was saying; came this one Friday. It was five past nine, I was chewing on my nails anxious to return Soph's car before she realizes it was missing with Nick loudly munching on his crackers on the passenger's seat beside me when Matt for once did something unusual.

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"Shit!" Katrina ducked taking Nick's head with hers.

"What is it?" He sounded muffled by his legs.

"He's going out" she whispered, excited.

"You sure it's him?"

"I don't think the Whitteker's had any time left to raise another spoiled brat."

Nick snorted as Katrina evened out her breathing. Her excitement proving difficult to control, unrestrained and unresponsive.

The two waited long enough for the vehicl's light to pass them by to resurface. "Let's go"