It was a considerable success for our teacher Mr. Wilson who accomplished in convincing his student to fare with his side. Tyler sent him a good luck wish which meant he heard everything and was happy with his progress.
Everything was merrier compared to the last week he had with that Sanders woman. She was incredibly hot, though. He wished to have spent one night with her but.. his life was more lovely to him.
"I love you man! I mean I never thought you would call me over to have a drink with you!" Samuel, the oblivious, fat teacher was unaware of Rob's intentions on using his neighbor's connections to get a bottle of vodka for them.
Gulping down his share, Rob added, "I'll never forget my good neighbor, will I?"
"Ha! I have to contradict! There was this time when..." That was when Rob knew he could escape the old man's tirade by pretending deaf and drunk.
He was well doing that when suddenly there was a loud noise audible to him. No, he wasn't wearing his earphones. They were in Samuel's room and the entire hostel was empty due to kids and teachers busy in school.
"What are you doing?" Samuel suddenly queried seeing his friend checking his phone then taking the device close to his ears.
"Don't you hear the noise? Is your phone ringing?"
"Nah! You know my ringtone, its the best! Wait, I'll show you."
"No! Drink another one." He poured Samuel's glass to the rim, "You were complaining about my actions...?"
"Ah yes, as I was saying, I am very unhappy with you. You did not be a good friend..." Rob nodded as if listening then, took out his earphones carefully, ensuring Samuel doesn't see him use it.
He then heard a round of applause. What was Sweety doing in a crowd? Did she take a leave to see a show or something? His questions remained unanswered until Tyler's phone interrupted.
"Now I do hear something! Yes, Frank I do!"
"Yeah, me too." Picking up he answered, "Yeah?"
"There has been a problem. The psychological teacher you posed and attended the school-" Tyler's words were not making sense accompanied by the completely drunk Samuel who was mimicking his ringtone noise.
"Quiet, Sam!" He got up from the chair towards the window when he heard a name.
'Frank Wilson'
Oh Shit!
The earphones told him before Tyler could.
"Exactly!" Tyler exclaimed.
"Wh-What? How did that happen?!"
"I will explain you later but for now try handling the situation. The real Frank Wilson came back, do something before we are doomed!"
Rob became instantly angry, "Why should I do your part? Can't even handle a single thing by yourself!"
He knew his anger was sprouting in wrong plane he could not avoid it. Thus Tyler vented it back, "Remember who is carrying out the mission and who is the mastermind. The soldier dies first while the mastermind lives. Do something or you'll be dead before seeing a million dollars."
He cut the call.
He blood disconnected the call! Damn him. He always did that. Creating a mess and sending him to clean it.
Rob was huffing a little by the time he reached the auditorium. "I need to exercise more!" Lack of food and computers have clawed his brain and then was this daily levels he had to pass through as if he was playing a video game and having no control of what game to chose.
It was good that Samuel was sleeping, even if someone found bottle of vodka in school he won't be caught. Grinning to winning one victory, his smile was gone completely to see the crowd watching the clown hopping on stage.
Rob ventured in the hall, taking the sidelines looking for his class of students until he caught hold of Meer. But he was looking for Swee- he was stunned watching her seated beside him. She was on the rear, that left no place on her other side to occupy.
Remembering her gasp he heard when the Frank Wilson announced his name, he should be avoiding her and her questioning eyes but his feet were doing an entirely different thing. They passed by her and to the extreme front seats designated for teachers and officials.
"Mr. Wilson?" He heard her whisper in question, to which he smirked and confidently took a seat hearing at what the clown had to say.
"Frankly my name was kept to designate my life's order. I had to be frank!" Rob rolled his eyes. He did not hop like that Frank Wilson. If he was aware of the real Frank Wilson's nature, he would have opposed to taking his name and coming here.
"Similarly, your order of life could be decided if you participate in this event! The event is named Euphoria! All you need to do is take permission of your parents or guardians and be present in this wonderful opportunity of forming a new order in your life. Such that, it will bring out the things, you never knew before..." Applause eroded hearing that except of the teacher, Mr. Wilson.
"So," the clown continued after the claps died. Rob was itching to turn back and see if Sweety clapped for that clown's words, if she did he would really punish her!
"I thought I won't see you here." His head that was about to turn to right, came back to the left side, encountering the shocking companion.
"D-Dean Yard? G-Good to see you."
He strictly looked ahead. Did she suspect him to throw Julia Sanders from the tower and set it up as suicide? The look she had on her face was not very pleasing to him as he tried smiling jolly.
"The man has the same name as yours." Rob desperately wanted to ease out the irritation on his face but all he did was nod with a smile.
"I noticed."
"Your breath smells strange."
"Oh? I didn't notice." He pulled out a mint to chug it in. Damn Tyler and his irresponsible set-ups. He should have made this clown Frank Wilson disappear from the face of Earth until he was done with his work. But here this one was. Dancing, hopping to gain attention from kids.
Between his talk with the Dean, he saw a girl from his class ascending towards stage.
"So child, you raised your hand because you won't be able to participate in the event?" Host Wilson calmly asked, handing her the mike to speak.
"Yes Sir. Don't take me wrong, I really liked your speech and presentation, I want to go to this event too! But my parents live out of town so they worry I'll not be careful and won't grant me permission."
Host literally made a curved down face to express what the girl felt. Rob almost scoffed loudly sitting beside his senior which he covered up into a single cough.
"Have you met him Mr. Wilson?" Dean did not stop pestering him. She had this skeptical eyes behind her glasses which doubled up from Rob's point of seeing.
"My first time!" He cheekily answered.
"No worries child. It's a school event which guarantees full attendance! If parents can't work, teachers can!" De Wilson winked to the girl who smiled goofily, blushing at the same time. That roared another round of claps with whistles and shoots from excited ones. "And, who's the teacher?"
"Mr. Wilson. Mr. Wilson! Mr. Wilson!" The girl, Simran who was standing on the stage uttered his name which was repeated after her classmates.
Not only did the crowd become stupefied but they suspected them mad to call the host's name.
Rob was alerted the second, his student voiced him. He was still rooted in his seat and wished to have not attended this session.
The unsuspected host looked for this impersonator, stopping when his eyes met Rob's. He could see his lips shocking, "Mr. Wilson?"
Oh boy!