“You want to snatch him from his boyfriend?” Andre asked Stepan with a curious looks on his face. As much as he himself likes to sleep around regardless of people with boyfriends or girlfriends or not, Andre knew for a fact that Stepan never, never ever will sleep with someone that belongs to someone else. He only sleeps with those without boyfriends or girlfriends and he only sleeps with them once.
But Andre curiosity is not satisfied as his question won’t need to be answered with a statement from another person. “Oh, they broke up,” Alberto informed. “I look into this guy’s FB page as well,” Alberto pointed towards the other boy in the picture. “I even hired a translator to translate his status. His latest status has informed that they’ve broken up,” he added.
“But Kirill didn’t update his status to ‘single’ in his FB,” Andre rebutted.
“Dude, that guy last logged in into his FB like 8 months ago. He rarely went on social media. So, it’s no surprise,” Alberto spoke.
“Stepan,” Stanley started to speak out of the blue, disrupting their gossiping mood. “Did Kirill agree to join us this weekend?”
Stepan looks back at Stanley, being quite surprise to the question. He begins to wonder if Stanley is paying too much attention to Kirill. He doesn’t like it if he does. After all, this is Kirill, not Kliment. “He hadn’t given his answer yet,” he simply answered. “But I bet he won’t come,” he added.
Alberto unexpectedly becomes excited at this point. “You guys wanna bet? He’ll come or not coming? I bet he’ll come,” Alberto suggested.
Andre looks up for a while to guess before saying; “Not coming.”
Stepan looks at his friends like he’s bored. “He will reject us,” he reinforced his prior thought.
Stanley only shrugs his shoulder. “Coming? I’m not sure. I just wanna make it even,” he said.
“How much are we betting on?” Alberto asked.
“10,000 dollars,” Andre suggested and immediately laughed aloud to the absurdity of the amount. Of course, he was joking. Unless it’s a bet on who gets to fuck Kirill first then 10,000 dollars could be the lowest amount to bet on.
“You white-eyed wolf!” Alberto accused.
Andre grins at him and finally resorted to the correct amount. “Fine. One thousand. Good?”
Alberto laughs before he agreed. “Good. You guys good?” He asked the rest.
“Whatever,” Stepan replied while Stanley reply with a mere nonchalant shrug.
All of a sudden, Alberto phone vibrates and he looks at it with excitement on his face. “Ah! It’s here,” he checks to see that his people have sent the clipped-out version of the CCTV recording of someone putting something into Kirill’s locker. The four of them watch the footage with their faces stick close together.
The perpetrator was quite a tall boy wearing black hoodie and jeans and sneakers. It’s impossible to know the identity of the boy since the footage is quite blurry and his face is hidden under the hood. However, suddenly, Stanley started to notice the limited-edition sneakers the boy wore on his feet. “That sneakers. It’s the Joel Brand limited edition sneakers. They are only 5 pairs in the world and it’s very expensive,” he spoke.
Stanley then begins to think to himself quietly for a moment before he continues to speak; “If I’m not mistaken one of the boys from the basketball club has this pair. I heard him showing it off a few weeks ago. But I don’t know his name.”
“Let’s look into the Basketball team info. Can you identify him if we do?” Alberto asked as he already started to move towards where his laptop is.
Stanley nods in answer.
Being the most popular and wealthiest in the school made it easy for them to find the basketballer’s information and whereabouts. But when they look for him the next day at school, they didn’t expect to see him drenched in his own blood and his face almost unrecognizable from the bruises and wounds. The perpetrator is the one person they did not expect to see.
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Next update: 2022/03/21
*Author’s Note: Don’t google Joel Brand sneakers. It obviously doesn’t exist. I cooked that up in the spur of the moment. -K
