Amber pov
I've hanging out with Alfie alot. After school we always hung out in the quad after school and hung out after school. I started to have feelings for him. We discussed the plan for robbing my family everyday after school. Soon we had a whole notebook full of our plans. Everyday I worried about us actually following through with our plan. What was I going to do?
"So I hear the house has 7 floors." Alfie said. We were having our daily talks.
"Go in from the east window." I said knowing our east window was padlocked. I made simple mistakes everyday in our plan so he really couldn't rob us...succesfully. "There's a big tree we can climb to get in." No big tree. Just a thorn bush.
"Brilliant." Alfie said.
"What do you intend on stealing?" I asked hoping for the best.
"Diamonds, jewels, purses, the whole nine yards. Those Rutter's always act like there better than everyone, Mick said. So we're taking away what they think makes them 'popular'. So they get a taste of averagness." My stomach dropped 30 feet when he said that. Am I really as stuck up as I am percieved? My hands began to sweat and a struggled to talk.
"Have you gotten to know one personally before? Or are you just going on Mick's word?" I asked Alfie. His eyes looked up at me as I tried to look less nervous.
"No I haven't but whenever I asked someone they always give me negative feedback." He replied. Was this really how I seemed?
"Why are you even in this club? You seem to nice and compassionate to rob someone Aflie." I was hoping for a sob story answer.
"Pinky promise you won't tell. "
"I swear."
"Well. I'm here on scholarship. So is everyone else in the club. We're here on academics, unlike the Rutter's who got here because there 'daddy' gives huge donations to the school. They just seem like they are so much better than the rest of us. So we made a club. You know. To sort of bring them down. To show them how it feels to have to work for something. Not just have 'daddy' spoonfeed it to them." I nodded at his judgement. That's exactly how Joy and Jerome cursed the family name. By acting like little spoiled brats. I hope noone thought I was like that. Or Patricia. This brought a whole new level to my thinking. Alfie doesn't even know us and he already assumes us to be brats. Well you know what, that's exactly what Jerome and Joy are.
"Do you even know there names?" I asked.
"Only Amber. Hopefully I'll get to know her soon." I sighed.
"Oh okay. Well we haven't even discussed the robbery."
"All we need to do is distract the teller, and leave the safe open and bam." He seeemed to know everything. Well it really wasn't that hard to distract Tristine. Shit, all you had to do was tell Tristine they had Macoroni and cheese flavored jellly beans and she'd be in a tizzy. Oi maybe he is right.