The loud music thumped through the building, accompanied by dozens of shouts and yells.
The party was going full blast, yet the two organizers who were supposed to be having the ti of their lives were completely busy on sothing that wasn't one bit fun.
Hugo and Collins sat on a bed in a random room, hunched over Collins' phone like two criminals plotting a multi million dollar scam.
Why?
Because they were.
Okay, not literally. But it felt like it.
Their mission?
Convince the volleyball team's assistant coach to send a fake ssage about a last minute eting.
But of course, there had to be a problem.
What was the problem?
The assistant coach was a certified nace. Not just any nace, but a dignified, legendary pervert.
A 'great' man of culture.
A man who once got caught slipping his phone number into a waitress's apron at a team banquet.
A man who kept a notebook titled "Future Ex-Wives" and scribbled in it during practice.
A man who called himself the "Connoisseur of Feminine Beauty" with his whole chest.
How did they know this? Well, it was in his bio at the forums.
Hugo swallowed hard. This was going to be a battle.
Collins tapped his phone aggressively. He edited and deleted a few tis to make sure he got the ssage across as nicely as possible.
When he was done, he clicked the send icon.
ssage sent. Now they just had to wait.
And then—
Ding!
A reply!
Collins opened it, and imdiately, both of them stared in horror.
[GREAT PERVERTED ASSISTANT COACH:
Well, well, well… If it isn't my one and only favorite disappointnt.
What do you want? Make it quick. I'm in the middle of sothing very important.]
Hugo blinked. He sat straight and spoke his mind.
"…He's definitely watching twerking videos."
Collins sighed, looking like a father about to deal with his troubleso teenager.
"No, he's probably reading the Wikipedia page for 'Types of Butts' again."
Then another ssage ca in.
[GREAT PERVERTED ASSISTANT COACH:
Alright, tell why I should risk my prestigious career for you two clowns.]
Collins sighed and started typing at a fast pace.
[COLLINS:
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We need you to send a ssage to the volleyball girls saying there's an ergency eting that they must all attend. Can you do it?]
Silence. This was the most important mont. If this lunatic failed to agree to their plan, they would need to restrategise.
Then—
Ding!
Both of them leaned in.
[GREAT PERVERTED ASSISTANT COACH:
HAHAHAHAHAHA.]
…Not a good sign. Eccentric laughter was never a good sign.
Soon, another ssage reached Collins' phone.
[GREAT PERVERTED ASSISTANT COACH:
You two want to LIE? To MANIPULATE? To BETRAY the sacred trust of the student athlete community?
I'll do it.]
Hugo exhaled in relief. Indeed, this man was a lunatic. He couldn't be predicted. His brain worked in strange ways.
But still...
That was easier than he expected—
[GREAT PERVERTED ASSISTANT COACH:
BUT I want sothing in return.]
Hugo froze. Collins froze. They both stared at each other and saw the dread in the other's gaze.
This was it.
The true challenge had just begun!
[COLLINS:
What do you want?]
Silence.
Then—
Ding!
[GREAT PERVERTED ASSISTANT COACH:
I need a favor.
A noble quest. A selfless act for my sacrifice.
Gim a fine girl's number.]
Hugo choked.
Collins slamd his forehead into the wall.
"He's so predictable, it physically hurts ."
[COLLINS:
Co on, man. Anything else?]
Ding!
[GREAT PERVERTED ASSISTANT COACH:
A fine girl's number. That's my price.]
Hugo threw up his hands.
"We're trying to get rid of girls, not hand them out like business cards!"
Collins was already scrolling through his contacts.
"I'll find soone. We just need to get this over with."
Ding!
[GREAT PERVERTED ASSISTANT COACH:
I want quality, boys. No weak ga. If you send an ugly girl, our deal is off.]
Hugo's soul left his body.
This man was truly evil.
Collins groaned and typed.
[COLLINS:
Fine. I'll send you a number.]
Silence.
Then—
Ding!
[GREAT PERVERTED ASSISTANT COACH:
Good.
But I want TWO.]
Hugo stared at the screen.
Then at Collins.
Then back at the screen.
"He's multiplying."
Collins pinched the bridge of his nose.
[COLLINS:
You're being greedy.]
[GREAT PERVERTED ASSISTANT COACH:
Greedy? No, no, no, my boy. This is what we call 'networking.'
Collins started banging his head against the wall again.
Hugo was seeing colors.
"At this rate, he's going to ask for a whole harem!"
Then—
Ding!
[GREAT PERVERTED ASSISTANT COACH:
In fact… give Celine's number. Your beautiful cousin, right?]
The world stopped.
Hugo's entire body locked up. Collins froze mid typing. There was dead silence.
Then—
Hugo EXPLODED.
"YOU FILTHY OLD MAN, I WILL END YOU!"
Collins grabbed his shoulders. "Hugo, breathe! We can negotiate!"
Hugo was foaming at the mouth. His vision went red. His hands clenched into fists.
"I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON A BRA STRAP, YOU LEWD OLD DEMON!"
Collins shoved him away before he could punch the phone.
Then quickly typed.
[COLLINS:
Hugo says NO.]
Silence.
Then—
Ding!
[GREAT PERVERTED ASSISTANT COACH:
Damn. I had to try.]
Hugo was still shaking.
Collins quickly sent him a random girl's number to distract him.
Then typed:
[COLLINS:
Here's your number. Do the deal.]
They waited.
Then—
Ding!
[GREAT PERVERTED ASSISTANT COACH:
Mmmm… fine.]
[GREAT PERVETED ASSISTANT COACH:
The ssage will be sent in five minutes.]
[GREAT PERVERTED ASSISTANT COACH:
Pleasure doing business, gentlen.]
Then—
He logged off.
The air was silent. The tension was thick. Hugo stood there, still trembling. Then turned to Collins.
And whispered—
"I need therapy."
MISSION SUCCESSFUL.
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This happened to in real life. Needed a favour from this dude and he asked for a beautiful girl's contacts in return.
Lol... I had wanted to punch the nigga in the face when he asked for my crush's number!
XD
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