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"So what do you need me to do Duncan?" you said.

He grins like a mad scientist that failed the second grade. "You are gonna get him good and distracted. Then I when he is not fully aware. I'll yank off his little trousers."

"Okay." You said traveling back into the main section of the cafeteria.

You reflect on why Duncan aspired to make Trent look bad in front of Gwen and Ava. You throw the worries away. No one could get inside of the mind of a minute criminal like Duncan. You examine Gwen smiling like a nincompoop at Trent.

"Oh, what are we chatting about? The weather, sports...."

Trent said. "Nah Chad. I told Gwen if she ever wanted guitar lessons. I'll happily give them to her free."

Gwen said. "Yeah, but I don't like free stuff. So I'll pay the regular price."

"How about me? How much would I have to pay for lessons?" you said seeing Duncan sneaking his way toward your group of three.

"Well since your such a nice guy. I'll give them to you for twenty dollars an hour. My usual price is twenty-five." he said.

"If I win the money, Trent. I would love to have a jam sess with you." You gave him a high five while Duncan is in position.

The green hair punk lunges forward like the greatest long jumper in the world. His hands around Trent's shorts. He tears them down accompanying his white boxers.