Bittersweet ➳ Newt x Reader

Chapter Thirty-Eight

A bucket. A lot of syrup. Heart sprinkles. Neon blue hair dye. A bucket of pink paint. One of those lock cutter thingys. A lock. A ginormous fish.
We must have looked ridiculous to that person working on the till.
"It's not as weird as it looks," Thomas blushes as he uses his credit card to pay.
The man only raises an eyebrow and shakes his head in disapproval. He was probably think-complaining about problematic millennials.
You walk out sharing the bags between you. Minho carries the paint pot, and Jess the syrup.
"This plan of yours is risky," Thomas comments uncertainly.
Jess nods and speaks firmly, "It'll work."
Anything could go wrong. Nerves and doubt fill your mind.
Jessica seems to know and smiles comfortingly.
Now we just have to wait for Monday.

Time ticks slowly, my mind subconsciously counting down the minutes until third period. Jess, Newt and I had a free period. Thomas and Minho had swimming - as did Hannah.
Twenty three minutes.
Thomas had hacked into the school's security system - computing was his thing, along with Sport - and confirmed that the hall cameras weren't working - and that the Head Teacher would be covering a class down that same corridor (this may seem like a bad thing, but... you'll see).
Newt had ensured Alby - the head pupil/corridor monitor - wouldn't be nearby (he'd be in class at the other end of the school, coincidentally).
Minho had thought of some drama that would keep the other students in a free period busy - he didn't tell us what.
It has to work. It has to. If you all pull it off, Hannah won't be any bother to us - or anyone else in this school - again.

(Sorry it's a short update, it's my sister's birthday and I haven't had time for anything ahh)