Chapter 362: Chapter 361.

Chapter 361. Operation: Fatman (3/10)

“What if I get together with the person I like but I stop liking them and break up with them later on?”

“Then… technically, I’ll have to help you get together with the next person you like. I didn’t set a stipulation about that. I must be an idiot. I should really have considered that possibility when I wrote up the contract.”

“I see. So even if I make a mistake in my choice, you won’t hold it against me?”

“It’s my own fault for screwing up the contract. If it comes back to bite me, I’ll be sure to learn from this screwup and make my contracts less prone to loopholes.”

“Thanks for helping me decide.” Her right arm propped up on the table, she leaned her right cheek on her palm with an unusually relaxed smile on her face.

“So, who’d you pick?”

“I’ll leave it a surprise for now. If you want to find out, come 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.

“Why do you always keep stuff tucked there of all places?”

“It’s convenient for me. A guy wouldn’t understand.”

“No. No, I wouldn’t.” I shook my head incomprehensibly.

“Are you taking it, or not?”

“I couldn’t make it even if I wanted to. I work until 9:00 PM.”

“No problem, it starts at 6:00 PM and ends at 12:00 AM.”

“You expect me to show up halfway through?”

“You won’t have to put up with any of the boring stuff at the start.”

“Haaaah. I’ll think about it.”

“I’ll see you then. Be sure to come in the disguise I lent you though.”

“That just makes me even less inclined to want to go.”

“You’ve got to return the stuff I lent you eventually, so you might as well do it then.”

“Fine, if I can make it I will.”

“Now, I’m sure you didn’t ask me to come 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?”

“What if I said I just missed seeing you and I had an urge to see your pretty face again?”

“I’d call you a big fat liar.”

“Then you’d be right. I did contact you for your help.”

“My help? With what?”

“Well, I need something very specific.”

“What do you need?”

“Does the school drama club have something like a fat suit?”

“Huh? A fat suit?”

“Yeah.”

“Why do you need something like that?”

“Well, it’s hard to explain.”

“Tell me.”

“I guess you could say I’m in a bit of trouble.”

“Trouble, with who or what?”

“Swastika…”

Her eyes widened a bit. She looked a bit anxious when the name came out of my mouth.

“You mean… the gang?”

“Yeah.”

“Is your life… in danger?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then the reason you have your hair styled like that and blue colored contacts in is for that reason?”

“Yes.”

“And… the reason for the fat suit is because you want to change your figure and ensure you aren’t recognized by anyone?”

“Yes. Precisely.”

“Shouldn’t your current appearance be enough for that?”

“No. Because they know where I work. I need to look like a completely 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 would completely throw them off.”

“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.”

My eyes lit up as I confirmed, “You’re certain of that, right? It really has not one, but two?”

“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.”

“Do you have any idea where they are?”

“No idea. They could have been moved. But if I went and searched for them myself I could probably find them.”

“As long as you think you can find them, that’s all that matters.”

“When do you need them for?”

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“Tomorrow before my shift at work.”

“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.”

“Precisely... which I why... I had you dress up like this.”

“Huh? You don’t mean to say-”

“Of course, we’re sneaking in tonight and you’re going to find those fat suits for me.”

Her eyes lit up.

“That sounds pretty exciting.”

“So you’re in?”

“Of course. But the school is locked, how do you plan to get in?”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ve already made the necessary preparations to get in.”

“Really? You’re not just making things up, are you?”

“You’ll see when we get there.”

“Alright, let’s get going then. We should hurry up and catch the next bus.”

“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.”

“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.”

“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. ”

“Why didn’t you say that sooner? But wait, wouldn’t you still only have your learner’s permit?”

“Yeah.”

“Then you can’t drive this late.”

“Pfft. Are you really a punk girl? Since when do rebels follow the rules?”

“Hahaha! True, true. What am I even thinking? Let’s go.”

She grabbed my hand, pulled me out of my chair, and dragged me to the exit.

“Do you even know where I parked?”

“Ah. Oh yeah, I don’t. I got a bit ahead of myself there. Where’d you park?”

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.”

She tugged me along and picked up a bit of speed up to a jogging pace, seeming quite excited. 

“Aren’t you way too excited for this?”

“Yeah, I am. So hurry up.” She was smiling from ear to ear.

“Really now, getting all excited over something little like sneaking into school.”

“Haha. So what? It’s not every day you sneak into school at night.”

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.

It seems sneaking into school at night with girls was becoming a bad habit. I should seriously try to cut down on this.

Before long we arrived at the parking lot next to my motorcycle at the entrance.

“Hey, where’s your car parked?”

“Car?”

“Yeah.”

“Did I ever say I had a car?”

“You don’t have a car?”

“Nope.” I pointed to our side.

Her eyes sparkled as soon as she saw it.

“You’ve got a class 6L license?”

“Yeah.”

“Hurry up! Hurry up! Let’s go!” Without reservation, she sat down on my motorcycle before I even had the chance to.

“At least put on your helmet.”

“Oh, right. I forgot.”

“Wait, before that. Put this on beneath it.”

I took out a ski mask from my pocket and handed it over.

“You want me to wear a ski mask?”

“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. 

“How come?”

“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.”

“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.”

After she put on the ski mask I handed to her I put the passenger helmet over her head and strapped it on.

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