Chapter 7! Yay! I have been planning this whole plan in school and couldn't wait to plan it.
Hope you like it.
Disclaimer: again all rights go to Ally Carter
Chapter 7:
Nick's POV:
I saw getting worried. Zach and the others weren't back yet and it shouldn't be taking them this long. Grant can't be sick and 'passed out' forever.
I'll give them five more minutes. If they weren't back by then, I'll have to go check things out.
But five minutes only. No more
That's when I saw him.
Mr. King was going towards his office. Or I think his office anyway, because he was heading that way.
Oh shit!
It was time for my part in the plan. But what was I supposed to say to him? A "Hey sir, you can't go to your office cuz we're doing something that you would probably expel us for!" doesn't exactly sounded right. So I went for the only thing that was in my head at that moment.
"Hey, sir! Mr. King!"
He stopped and looked at me. I walked as slowly as allowable towards him. I needed to buy time. Zach so owned me.
"What is it? Cross?" I felt like glaring at him. My name's Nick, Not Cross!
"I was wondering about the trip to Manhattan." I said.
"What do you want to know?" I quickly tried to think of an acceptable question, but my mind was blank.
"Um… well… um…" Real smooth, Nick, real smooth.
"Well what?" Mr. King encouraged.
"Well, I, um… wanted to know how much a person have to pay if they weren't chosen to go!" I blurt out. I mentally slapped myself. Of all the questions, I had to ask that?
"All the information is on the letter everyone got," he looked at me suspiciously. "Didn't you get one? But 50%, they have to pay."
"Oh, um… thanks, sir." Awkward. He turned around and walked away. Well, in my defense, I had tried my best. They should have came out by now, anyway.
I quietly followed Mr. King to see what was going on.
Zach's POV:
That it! I knew what we could do. Let's just hope the others will go along with it.
"Mr. K. is the headmaster!" What the fuck! Matt just went and told dad the truth. And I had a plan. Time for a new one. Shit, this was hard.
Dad looked confused. "Headmaster?"
"YES!" Matt shouted. He was soo going to be sorry. I glared at him.
And then an idea popped in to my head.
"He, was, he was, dad. The headmaster, I mean. Actually, he was the headmaster for the last 22 years, you see and he had to retire last year. And he couldn't take the shock." Behind me, Matt was shaking his head like an idiot he was and kept saying yes. I had to deal with him later, though.
"He a bit… I mean, that's why he keeps thinking he's still the headmaster." Dad looked sorry for Mr. King. Plus, I totally made Mr. King look like he had a mental problem. I had better NOT get caught. The things I do for my friends.
"Come on, let's go dad."
We all walked out of the door, me, Sky, Matt and dad.
"Okay, Okay. I'll be off." We'd done it. Yes! I thought until…
"Edward? What do I owe the pleasure?" Someone help! It was Mr. King, sating at my dad. I glanced at my dad, who had a sympathetic look on his face. Oh yeah, the lie I just made up. Hope it works. I was starting to worry.
"And you?" he looked at Matt, who seemed to shrink back. "What are you doing, wearing a suit?"
"I w-was waiting for you, sir?" Matt managed to get out.
Mr. King looked at my dad again. "Sir," I said quickly. "This is my father."
They shook hands. Over in the corner, I could see Jonas, Nick, and Preston whispering and stealing glances our way. I shook my head at them and they walked away, probably to see Grant. At the thought of Grant and what he had to do, I smirked inwardly. I had soo wanted to see that. I hope someone was clever enough to video the whole thing.
"Edward Goode pleased to meet you." Dad said.
"Pleased to meet you too." They pulled their hands back.
"I'm the headmaster of this school," Mr. King said. Dad looked at me, totally believing my lie. "What can I do for you?" asked Mr. King.
"Nothing, nothing. I had the desire to meet you… and that's been fulfilled today." Please say you're leaving, please say you're leaving.
"Are you going now, dad?" I asked, giving him the message that it was his time to go.
"Oh, yes. I'll be leaving now, "he said (finally) "It was nice meeting you, headmaster." He said the last part to Matt. Oh Hell.
"Excuse me, Edward. I'm the headmaster." I cannot not believe my luck. Why was I soo unlucky? I waited for my dad to say something.
"I know, I know. You were the headmaster of this school; you still are and always will be." The expression on Mr. King's face was priceless. He looked so confused! I wish I could take a picture! And my dad! He looked like he was looking at a kid who didn't understand something! I couldn't stop my smirk.
"Come on, let go." I said. Me and my dad started walked away.
"I'll show you out!" Matt nearly screamed eager to be away from the real headmaster of this rubbish school.
I took a quick look at Mr. King. He was standing, shock and confusion written all over his face and I just managed to keep from bursting out laughing.
Outside, Matt and dad said goodbye and Matt walked away. Then dad gave me a proud smile and got in the car and drove away.
Yes, mission accomplished. We had done it.
Here we come, Manhattan!
As soon as the car was out of sight, I dropped my bag on the floor, running a hand through my hair and smirking.
Then I heard my name being called out.
I looked to see Grant (cleaned up,) Jonas, Preston, Nick and Sky running my way shouting my name.
When they reached me, they all talked at once.
"Did you do it?"
"Did you get it?"
"Tell us what happened!"
"What took you so long?"
"Cigarette. I need a cigarette!" was all I said. I loved knowing things that they didn't.
They quickly handed me one along with a lighter and I lit it up. I put it in my mouth and inhaled then exhaled. That felt better.
"Just say it!" they all screamed at once.
I smirked at him, which caused me a slap on the back of the head from Sky.
I glared at her, and then held up the piece of paper that I had stolen from the headmaster's desk when neither my dad nor Matt was looking.
"It's done guys." I said laughing. "We have the money!" They all stared cheering.