Chapter 177: Perfecting A Skill
This time, as Joe broke away from Aron and walked down the street, there was a noticeable lightness in his step. For once, he felt something close to confidence. He kept glancing at the inside of his jacket every few seconds, fingers brushing against the smooth lining.
Well, I can’t complain too much, he thought, a small smile tugging at his lips. It fits really well... and green actually is my favorite color.
However, the warm and joyful moment didn’t last long.
Eventually, his feet brought him to the front gates of Clapton High.
The school stood tall, grim, and uninviting. His smile vanished.
Alright, come on, Joe, he told himself. Jay and Max came here alone before, and they were looking to start a fight. You? You’re just here to deliver a message. That’s two completely different scenarios.
He nodded to himself. Then walked in.Then walked right back out. Then walked in again.
After a short cycle of pacing back and forth in front of the entrance, Joe finally took in a deep breath, clenched his fists, and stepped forward with conviction.
As he entered through the front, he noticed how eerily quiet everything was. Lunch had ended. There were no students lingering around, no voices echoing through the hallways. But Joe knew better. If he wanted to find the real students, the ones who ran things behind the scenes, he knew exactly where to look.
The delinquents. He was one once, after all.
If there was one thing Joe was certain of, it was that the delinquents were never in class. Not all of them. Somewhere on campus, someone was skipping, guaranteed.