All Strings Attached

Chapter 11

Mike shrugged and stood up, already walking towards Bright "Sure. He is asleep anyway"

As soon as he reached closer to Bright where there was only an inch left between them, he saw Bright's face getting tensed subconsciously. Without thinking much of it , he raised his hand and was about to touch Bright's shoulder when immediately Bright held his hand, twisting it behind his back so hard that it made Mike curse loudly.

"Bright what the hell !" Mike cursed in pain.

Bright had bags under his eyes and his face clearly tells that he was fast asleep.

"Don't fucking touch me ever!"He howled, leaving Mike's arm with a jerk.

"Shia !I thought you were asleep" Mike said in his defence, rubbing his sore arm

Gun laughed loudly "This boy is always on his guard"

"Ruined my sleep" Bright muttered, rubbing his face.

"I'll tell you something that'll wear off your anger" Gun said, tossing the file on table for Bright to see.

"There are these officers specially working on the robbery cases we give them" Gun spoke and Bright looked at the file.

"Little did they know these robberies are mere a distraction from our real plan"

"Head officer Metawin and his son" Bright read out loudly the bold names.

"You'll find a dealer who can provide us with this big amount of dynamite" Gun said, addressing Bright who was busy staring at Type Metawin's photo, ignoring all the other officers.

"Three more months and We'll work on the plan Boss made.  They wont even know what hit them" Gun added.

"Whose car is this outside?" Gunther asked, coming in.

Bright raised his hand lazily "I stole it this morning" . The number plate and car tracker was nearly removed. "Gonna need it tonight"

"Where do you get all the good stuff from?" Gun laughed and his sight fell upon Bright's wrist where he had wrapped a locket as a bracelet, double folding it so it won't fall off.

"Since when did you start wearing these?" Gun asked, attempting to touch Bright's wrist but he smacked his hand away even before the locket could be touch.

"You touch this, I'll break your fingers"  Bright muttered and stood off his chair, walking up to Gunther.

"I have few things to discuss with you in my room" Gunther said, escalating Bright to his room.
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After the bell for the last lecture rang, Saint calmly closed his book, pushing it inside his bag that was placed besides him. Saint was sitting down on floor outside the classroom besides Win who was still sleeping like a stray dog, his head resting back on the wall.

Win was sleeping through every class and when the last teacher asked everyone to write short essays, she was particularly very surprised to see a neat written essay under name Win Metawin. After finding out that Win actually slept through every class and Saint wrote both of their essays, She threw both of them out.

And they spent the last 90 minutes sitting down outside the classroom like beggars.

Saint stood up, picking up his bag and he glared at Win, kicking him.
"Wake up! Its time to go home"