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Sharpness had a small problem.
Yeah, very small problem.
Boomie stared at him with horror when the computer buzzed again and turned off for good.
An awkward silence filled the room.
A small, nervous smile tugged at Sharp’s lips.
Yeah, this was a veeeeryyy small problem.
And this is when Boomie finally broke his eternal composure.
(Boomie wasn't the volatile type so… good job Sharpness!)
“We- wait no, YOU are cooked, because YOU just broke the director's computer-” A pink-haired boy said through clenched teeth.
“Okay bro, but YOU gave me a password” Sharpness leaned over to the wall “Soo… We are cooked!”
Boomie rubbed his temples.
He was a school shopper who could sell almost everything, so he couldn’t be caught doing something illegally!
(Of course, Sharpness didn't care about that and he was just staring at the computer)
“Principal will be in 5 hours. Now it is 2 a.m. and we need to fix the freaking computer” Boomie paused for a second. A sudden thought crossed his mind. “JudeLow”
“Wha- Who?-”
Boomie sighed.
“He can help us”
Sharp raised an eyebrow.
“But now it is 2 a.m.?...”
“His sleeping schedule is fucked” Sharpness yawned, interrupting him.
“He lives in room number 26” Boomie added.
“O, not that far away” Sharp said “So let's go!”
They needed to be silent.
Cameras weren't working, but still someone could loudly wake up and Sharpness didn't have money to buy someone off.
(Boomie was too greedy for that.)
The Corridors looked… lifeless. As if in horror movies, which Sharp sometimes secretly watched, when he was younger.
Boomie was leading him with a composed face, like he was doing that every day, while Sharp was walking with a little hesitation.
The doors to room 26 looked surely newly painted. Without chewing gum stuck to them, and no stickers, so Sharpness narrowed eyes.
Boomie gently knocked.
Silence.
Suddenly something falled behind the door, but the sound wasn't so loud.
The doors opened with creack.
“JudeLow” was wearing a slightly torn school uniform, and there were… leaves in his purple hair?...
As if this weird boy just came from some adventure on the outside.
(His hot-pink eyes were beautiful, right Sharp?)
“Good morning” Boomie murmured with a nervous smile. And he pointed at Sharpness “He needs you”
“WE need you” Sharp “corrected” him.
(Sharpness felt a strange flutter in his stomach, when JudeLow started talk to them)
“It's 2 a.m. What happened?” Jude asked in a hushed voice.
“I broke a computer” Sharpness smirked.
“A principal’s computer,” Boomie added with a gloomy face.
Jude slowly turned towards the blonde boy.
And he gave him a puzzled look.
“What the fuck do you mean, that you just broke principal’s computer?”
Sharpness scratched the back of his neck.
“I- I just wanted to change my grades-” he replied quietly.
Jude buried his face in his hands.
“Oh. My. God.”
Steps.
A loudly steps.
“Oh shit-” Sharpness said.
Jude immediately grabbed their arms and almost threw them on the floor of his room.
The doors closed with a bang.
Neither of them spoke for a minute.
“I think that we are safe now, guys…” Boomie muttered.
Jude shot them an annoyed look and to make sure, he for a moment left them.
“Yeah, I don't hear anyone” he said when he came.
(Sharp simply blushed when his eyes met with Jude’s)
“Okay, so can you help us?” Sharpness asked, avoiding eye contact.
“You will pay me, fucking stranger”
Sharp of course grimaced.
Like, who didn't know him?
“I am Sharpness”
“I fucking don't care”
“I'm one of the top three athletes in the city.”
“And I’m definitely smarter than you”
“FUC-”
Boomie cleared his throat.
“Remember that we need to repair the computer,” Boomie also said.
Jude let out a sigh.
(And Sharpness turned his offended gaze)
Corridors in that time were scarier than before. Sharp sometimes was looking back with paranoia that someone could follow them.
Whereas, Jude was walking with surely not that content face and Boomie as always, looked brave.
The principal's room had no doors (a long story why), and now, honestly Sharp was regretting his old, dumb idea of how to change his grades.
“So you just clicked some wrong buttons and the computer shut down?” Jude sat down in a cozy chair.
“Yeah”
JudeLow suddenly giggled.
“So stupid…”
(Sharpness liked that Jude’s quietly laugh)
“I need to go, I just got a client" Boomie said and in one second disappeared without waiting for farewell.
Typical him.
Sharpness looked at black screen of the computer.
The reflection showed Jude’s focused (and pretty) face. His hot-pink eyes scanned everything at the keyboard and Jude also was biting his lip, as if he was annoyed.
Sharp also noticed that JudeLow’s purple hair moved strangely with every single movement.
“What the fuck…” Jude said to himself, when suddenly a computer buzzed with a not typical sound.
“I smell smoke-” Sharpness remarked.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck” Jude hissed.
After five seconds the smoke alarm went off.
Their eyes met, both filled with panic.
*
Sharpness was running with Jude who was leading to somewhere, where anyone won't find them.
They stopped at the doors to room 9. JudeLow without waiting, opened doors and of course barely breathing, Sharp followed him.
In the room were two, awake people.
Who were playing Uno.
Jude ignored that and locked doors, while Sharpness was awkwardly staring at two boys.
“Good… Morning?” said surprised Pangi.
“Sorry guys, but can we hide here?” Jude asked with a polite smile.
“I don't mind.” Prince Zam ran a hand through his yellow hair “At least, more people can play Uno!”
(Amazing)
*
They left the room after some hours.
Jude rubbed his eyes, when they met with real brightness.
“Oh my god, my head… I want to sleep so much” he also muttered.
(Sharpness only smiled to him
“By the way, you just blushed for the tenth time,” Jude added “ask me about my number bro.”
Sharpness froze. How did Jude notice his shyness towards him?
A silence filled the empty corridor.
And he felt like a coward,
when he still didn't say any words about this situation.
“I-I don't need your fucking phone number” he quickly replied, and avoided eye contact.
JudeLow raised one of his eyebrows.
“Really? Interesting”)