Chapter 361.
<strong>Chapter 361. Operation: Fatman (3/10)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">“What if I get together with the person I like but I stop liking them and break up with themter on?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then… technically, I’ll have to help you get together with the next person you like. I didn’t set a stiption about that. I must be an idiot. I should really have considered that possibility when I wrote up the contract.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see. So even if I make a mistake in my choice, you won’t hold it against me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s my own fault for screwing up the contract. If ites back to bite me, I’ll be sure to learn from this screwup and make my contracts less prone to loopholes.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks for helping me decide.” Her right arm propped up on the table, she leaned her right cheek on her palm with an unusually rxed smile on her face.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So, who’d you pick?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll leave it a surprise for now. If you want to find out,e to the graduation dinner and dance on Thursday to see for yourself.” She stuck her left hand under the opening of her hoodie by her neck and pulled out a ticket.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why do you always keep stuff tucked there of all ces?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s convenient for me. A guy wouldn’t understand.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No. No, I wouldn’t.” I shook my head iprehensibly.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you taking it, or not?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I couldn’t make it even if I wanted to. I work until 9:00 PM.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No problem, it starts at 6:00 PM and ends at 12:00 AM.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You expect me to show up halfway through?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You won’t have to put up with any of the boring stuff at the start.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaah. I’ll think about it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll see you then. Be sure toe in the disguise I lent you though.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That just makes me even less inclined to want to go.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’ve got to return the stuff I lent you eventually, so you might as well do it then.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fine, if I can make it I will.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Now, I’m sure you didn’t ask me toe here and request for me to wear stuff I couldn’t be recognized in just to find out how things went for me. What’s the real reason you contacted me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What if I said I just missed seeing you and I had an urge to see your pretty face again?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’d call you a big fat liar.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then you’d be right. I did contact you for your help.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“My help? With what?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, I need something very specific.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What do you need?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Does the school drama club have something like a fat suit?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? A fat suit?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why do you need something like that?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, it’s hard to exin.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Tell me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I guess you could say I’m in a bit of trouble.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Trouble, with who or what?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Swastika…”
<span style="font-weight:400">Her eyes widened a bit. She looked a bit anxious when the name came out of my mouth.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You mean… the gang?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Is your life… in danger?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Absolutely.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then the reason you have your hair styled like that and blue colored contacts in is for that reason?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“And… the reason for the fat suit is because you want to change your figure and ensure you aren’t recognized by anyone?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. Precisely.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Shouldn’t your current appearance be enough for that?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No. Because they know where I work. I need to look like apletely different person in every possible way. I need to keep them fooled for an extended period of time as well. Suddenly putting on a bunch of weight from one day to the next, they would never associate the fat me with my normal appearance. The difference in build wouldpletely throw them off.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see. The theater club does have what you’re looking for. There are actually two fat suits stored away somewhere in the club room.”
<span style="font-weight:400">My eyes lit up as I confirmed, “You’re certain of that, right? It really has not one, but two?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, I’ve only seen them a few times when we were cleaning out the club room. They’re kept separate from the other costumes since they rarely ever see any use. They might be hard to track them down though.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Do you have any idea where they are?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No idea. They could have been moved. But if I went and searched for them myself I could probably find them.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“As long as you think you can find them, that’s all that matters.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“When do you need them for?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Tomorrow before my shift at work.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… but… getting permission to borrow those from the school for an extended period of time would be difficult even if I was in the theater club before I graduated.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Precisely... which I why... I had you dress up like this.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? You don’t mean to say-”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Of course, we’re sneaking in tonight and you’re going to find those fat suits for me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Her eyes lit up.
<span style="font-weight:400">“That sounds pretty exciting.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“So you’re in?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Of course. But the school is locked, how do you n to get in?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t worry about that. I’ve already made the necessary preparations to get in.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Really? You’re not just making things up, are you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’ll see when we get there.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alright, let’s get going then. We should hurry up and catch the next bus.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It wouldn’t be a good idea to get recorded on the bus''s cameras when we’re sneaking into the school. It’d just be asking to get tracked down. The less information we leave behind for them to go off of, the better.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That is certainly true, but how do you expect us to get there if we rule out public transportation like buses and taxis? You’re not suggesting we walk, are you? It’d take us hours to get there from all the way here.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“There’s no need to worry about that. I’ve got my license, I can just drive us there. It’ll be much faster that way. ”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why didn’t you say that sooner? But wait, wouldn’t you still only have your learner’s permit?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then you can’t drive thiste.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Pfft. Are you really a punk girl? Since when do rebels follow the rules?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hahaha! True, true. What am I even thinking? Let’s go.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She grabbed my hand, pulled me out of my chair, and dragged me to the exit.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Do you even know where I parked?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah. Oh yeah, I don’t. I got a bit ahead of myself there. Where’d you park?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I pointed in the opposite direction of her exit she’d dragged me to and said, “We can go that way through the underground tunnels to get there.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She tugged me along and picked up a bit of speed up to a jogging pace, seeming quite excited.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Aren’t you way too excited for this?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I am. So hurry up.” She was smiling from ear to ear.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Really now, getting all excited over something little like sneaking into school.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haha. So what? It’s not every day you sneak into school at night.”
<span style="font-weight:400">How many times have I done it now? There was that time with Rosa and Alicia. So two times? I couldn’t remember if there’d been any other times. My memory was pretty awful when it came to that sort of thing.
<span style="font-weight:400">It seems sneaking into school at night with girls was bing a bad habit. I should seriously try to cut down on this.
<span style="font-weight:400">Before long we arrived at the parking lot next to my motorcycle at the entrance.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, where’s your car parked?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Car?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Did I ever say I had a car?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You don’t have a car?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Nope.” I pointed to our side.
<span style="font-weight:400">Her eyes sparkled as soon as she saw it.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’ve got a ss 6L license?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hurry up! Hurry up! Let’s go!” Without reservation, she sat down on my motorcycle before I even had the chance to.
<span style="font-weight:400">“At least put on your helmet.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, right. I forgot.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wait, before that. Put this on beneath it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I took out a ski mask from my pocket and handed it over.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You want me to wear a ski mask?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I’m wearing one too.” I took my own ski mask out and pulled it over my head then put my helmet on over it.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Howe?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, just to be on the safe side. Just a hoodie might not be good enough. You see, I’ve sneaked into the school at night before. There was also that incident at the school dance as well. They might have taken some new precautionary measures against people sneaking in that I don’t know about. I’d rather not take any chances.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm, good point. The school did take that incident pretty seriously after your girlfriend pulled that stunt at the school dance and they couldn’t figure out who was responsible.”
<span style="font-weight:400">After she put on the ski mask I handed to her I put the passenger helmet over her head and strapped it on.