“guess what the cross-eyed teacher said!”…was what he said that earned a slap across the back of his head.

“that’s not important right now. take your stupid jokes and run…and take this with you,” he said, throwing the suitcase at him, almost catching him off guard.

“bloody hell, the cars not even here yet!”

“it’ll be here!”

“i’ll get caught!”

“you won’t!”

“, let me take it you wimps!” grabbing the black suitcase, he threw his cigarette on the ground before he smoothly jump over the wall and started walking as if he had all the time in the world.

the other two watched as a police car came up just in time for him to open the car door and throw the suitcase in before slamming the door shut and sending the car off with kick to the tire.