The Cinderella Agreement (Completed) [Featured Story]

14: The Upper-hand

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On Friday, Mit discovered that she had in fact not been dropping death threats in Marshall's locker, but rather, Smelly Terry's, the most flatulent member of the junior class. That would explain the frightful toots that always echoed the halls every time he opened his locker, and the nervous darting of his eyes at everyone, as if any possible human being could be a viable suspect for the person plotting his family's demise.

Other times, he'd smile dreamily at the letters, leaning against his locker and wondering about who possibly liked him to the extent of committing homicide.

Mit whistled past him, attempting to draw as little attention to herself as possible, walking at a quickened pace so that she could meet Finn at his own locker at a corner bend.

"Hello, Finland," she greeted, poking his side.

"So we're back to that again?" Finn rolled his eyes, dropping another textbook into his backpack to take home, since the final bell had already been rung.

"Yes."

They walked towards the exit doors of the building, the autumn sun temporarily blinding as soon as they stepped out. He was talking about what happened in his chemistry class today, about someone's hair singeing in the Bunsen burner, but she was barely able to add an input to the conversation, since her phone started to spontaneously buzz in her back pocket.

She pulled it out, unlocking the screen to see a message from Paris.

Mit gnawed on her bottom lip, contemplating the invite. Had it not been a Friday, she wouldn't mind at all with hanging out with Paris, but it was. This being the first time her separate schedules with the separate individuals intercrossing, she was stuck at an impasse, wondering what to make of the situation.