🌹🖤THE PICKPOCKET TOMBOY 🖤🌹
[She’s Sassy…]
THEME: The Grand Hottie’s Kissmate
©2025 Wizzy Babe C. All rights reserved
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CHAPTER 3&4
Alex’s eyes never left Jafar’s and as she stared at him, she tapped the baseball bat which was in her left hand on her right palm. The key sat on that palm, so she’s hitting it— she’d stopped the snapping of fingers.
“Ever wondered where your men are?”she asked, swinging the key to his face. It’s the handcuff key.
Before Jafar could take a move, she swung the bat swiftly to his hand. The pistol fell down, rolling away.
“Damn!”he growled, following the gun, Alex followed too.
Eric only watched, almost losing everything in him. Fresh blood rolled down his forehead, and he closed his eyes sometimes to avoid the blood.
But almost every time, he’s staring at Alex. A little boy is this smart? Wow.
Alex and Jafar struggled to get the pistol, both kicking it away when the other tried getting it.
Finally, with her crazy fast techniques, Alex got the gun.
“Don’t mess with me”she smirked, aiming the gun at him.
•Later•
Jafar and his men are already cuffed on the hands and feet. Stripe is still unconscious so he’s currently lying on his back, Scar looks terrible, he broke his two legs and an arm, his bone shut out beneath his arm’s skin.
And Jafar? He’s just numb. He can’t tell why.
“Easy peasy”Alex sighed and threw the gun to a far place. Outta that room.
“I promised Momma I’d never use a gun”she said and brought out the key, from her pocket.
She had called the cops, so they’d be here soon.
She got behind Eric, uncuffing him.
“You’re so weak. You couldn’t bite one at least”she muttered, her eyes not leaving what she was doing.
“Water,”he muttered instead. Alex rolled her eyes and stood up. Eric’s hands were released and he weakly touched his wrists.
She walked to a stainless water flask standing by a corner— it’s surely for the abductors.
She picked it and walked back to Eric. Even in his weakness, he frowned, making an irritated face.
“What? You don’t want that? You’re sick!”Alex yelled and uncapped the bottle.
She poured it on his hair, washing his face.
His head tilted and he stared at her neck, so lost in the stares.
“Weakie, what you looking at!”she snapped and paused when she finally saw his eyes.
The light flickered and turned off. Then on.
Alex moved back, throwing the bottle.
“Eric Grande? füç? it!”she screamed. That same time, police sirens filled the air.
“The cops are here. I’m out”she shouted and ran out.
She ran back in and picked a wallet.
“Young CEO”
Alex looked up, the voice was near. She’s sure it’s one of Eric’s men.
She took another route, disappearing into the ceiling. The cops and a few security teams entered.
Eric’s eyes followed Alex till she disappeared, then he shut his eyes.
“Eric is found”a police man spoke through his walkie talkie.
•New York Police Station•
Detention Cell
The three criminals were led in by two cops. They’re all manacled together so moving seemed too hard.
Thomas and Mark entered and the next thing Thomas did was to punch Mark.
And Mark? He didn’t see that coming.
“Urrg!”he groaned. His nose broke without stress. He quickly used his hand to cover his blood-dripping nose.
“CEO”the cops held him back.
“How dare you!”Thomas roared, voice mixing with bitterness.
“What did I do wrong?”Mark asked slowly.
“füç?ing stop the pretence and tell me why. Why did you try hurting my son? Why do you want access to my wealth? Why do you wanna ruin me? Why!”Thomas yelled, the cops tried in vain to calm him.
“I swear, I don’t know what you’re talking about,”Mark cried.
“Shut up!”Jafar yelled, his handcuff rattling around his wrists.
“Grand R, the hologram”Thomas spoke to his phone, eyes on Mark. That eyes glowed with hate and betrayal.
The hologram appeared, hovering on the phone screen.
On the blue print video is Mark, sneaking around the system room, hacking Eric’s car.
Mark widened his eyes. He’s damn sure he blocked all access to his secret. He deleted everything, so how?
How’s this possible?
The three kidnappers stared boringly. Their lives are doomed so no need to worry.
Thomas tapped his phone and pocketed it.
“Don’t let him die no matter how he begs for it. Feed him with bread of affliction and water of pain. Make him live in regret for the rest of his life”he told the cops.
Mark fell on his knees, rubbing his palms together.
“CEO, I’ve been working for you for twenty years now. You’ve known me for ages and you know me too well. I can never try to hurt you… or Eric. I was just greedy… I wanted more wealth… but please, remember those times. You can’t ruin my life for one mistake, please”he cried.
“I’m not a fan of histories, you should know better”Thomas sighed, so damn tired.
“CEO, please!”Mark crawled to him, he tried holding his shoes but the cops pulled him back, taking him on both sides of his arm.
He was manacled immediately.
“According to the perpetrators’ testimony, Eric was rescued by a young kid, about sixteen years of age. He claimed to be a gang Lord of his little cabal, the name’s Sharmer King”A cop who just entered, informed.
“Sharmer King”Thomas muffled under his breath.
“Investigate about this Sharmer King, and whenever you find him, I’ll like to see him,”Thomas said and started walking out. He’s heading to the hospital where Eric is.
“CEO, I beg you. I have a family…!”Mark’s voice shook the room.
Thomas didn’t stop walking.
He left the station completely and entered his car. He shut his eyes deeply, reminiscing Mark’s last word ‘Family’.
Thomas had a full family too.
A beautiful wife, a pretty daughter and a handsome son, Eric.
His daughter—Erica, was Eric’s twin.
Fate took them away too early. He’s left with Eric.
Thomas looked up. “Grande R, take me home”he ordered.
“Your wish, Master,”Grande R replied.
The car drove off.
•The Next Day~Nyack~Christy’s Home•
“Good morning, Momma”Alex walked past her mom. She got to the fridge and opened it, picking up a carton of condensed milk. There’s a rose on her hair. She stuck the stem there, looking a little bit like a female.
“Alexa, Guess what?!”Christy turned, smiling like a twelve year old.
“Umm, Wills is dead?”Alex shrugged and gulped her milk directly from the small carton-pack.
“Alexa!”Christy groaned.
“Hmmhmm, only Will’s death will make you smile that way”Alex nodded, wiping her lips with her arm.
“Eric Grande has been rescued. He was kidnapped by his father’s PA”Christy announced.
Alex rolled her eyes and trashed the empty carton in the trash can.
“Talking like we’re related or something. He’s the famous Grande, of course he’ll be rescued”she said.
“You’re a problem. You never accept good news”Christy scoffed and stood up, walking to the kitchen.
“What’s good about this news?”Alex brought out three eggs from the fridge, and followed her mom.
“Alexa!”Christy snapped.
“Fine, but that’s old news”Alex started washing the eggs, then she cracked them with a knife.
Christy in turn sliced tomatoes.
“Old news?”she glanced at her.
“I read it online yesterday”Alex lied immediately.
“Well”Christy looked back at her work, smiling.
“The young boy who saved him is so smart. He called himself the Sharmer King and right now, Thomas Grande is searching for him, New York’s governor too. I bet he’s so famous now”she explained.
Alex raised a brow.
“Yunno, every young teenager claims to be the Sharmer King but none was approved because they’re all fake. The real Sharmer King has something on his body only Eric knows about”Christy continued.
Alex squinted, accessing her body. What does she have?
Or did he see her disguise sign? Did she reveal it that night?
Christy noticed her strange attitude and looked at her.
“What?”
“Nothing. Tell me more about this Sharmer King”she smiled. füç?, that name is so sweet to her ears. In fact, she’ll go about making bets and pickpocketing with that name, but then, she’ll be in a mask so no one will know she’s the one.
She can’t risk having eyes on her.
Also, not when it’s the Proud Jerk behind all these.
“Ohh, according to rumors, he’s about fifteen to sixteen years old, he’s average in height, so smart…”Christy smiled as she listed.
Alex almost screamed ‘I’m Eighteen!’, but she held herself.
“He’s childish and acts like a cry baby”Christy completed.
“Damn!”Alex screamed and ran out.
“Alexa?”Christy blinked twice.
•Two Days Later~Stars High•
Like the name, the school is for the elite. The Stars of New York.
The school sat gracefully on a rising hill, the main building stretching wide— floor-to-ceiling windows caught the sun, causing the façade to shine in silver streaks.
On the top is boldly written in modern technology: STARS HIGH INTERNATIONAL with the motto: Born to Lead, Train to Shine.
On the school’s crest is the school signature, The star sign. The sun kissed it, causing an emblem of shine.
The entrance is guarded by tall pillars, leading to the narrow driveway, well trimmed lawns by the left and right side.
Sleek, expensive cars pulled in and out.
The walkway was lined with trimmed edges.
Students walked in twos and threes talking about ‘The Grand Hottie’.
Since it’s Friday, they’re in their sportswear.
Simple white polo and blue shorts, white stockings and sneakers. On the left side of every polo-shirt sat a star rank.
For male and female.
On the walls are pictures of Eric. Even in those pictures, he’s hot as füç?.
Some girls are obsessively kissing his lips in the photos, others fought for turns.
The school representatives did them the honor of pasting more pictures, the girls who didn’t have the opportunity to kiss and rub, rushed to the new pasted ones.
The ones opportuned also ran.
They’re banners everywhere, hashtags and lotta sweet words.
•WE LOVE YOU GRAND HOTTIE
•WE’RE GLAD YOU CAME BACK TO US
•I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU IN SCHOOL TODAY
•HURRAY, OUR ERIC GRANDE IS BACKK! SCHOOL RESUMES AGAIN.
“Thomas Grande trusted his PA so much, but the idiot had to backstab him all for greed,”a student whispered to her friend.
“Thomas Grande didn’t trust his PA enough to let him know, only my grand hottie has the passcode to the private tech room in his dad’s company. So his PA planned on getting it out of my grand hottie’s mouth in a hard way”the second girl replied.
“Enough with ‘MY’, Grand hottie is mine!”the first girl argued.
Well, their friendship ended right there.
•I’m so happy.
•Everyone’s happy
•From the description, The Sharmer King is gon’ be so cute in person (gushes).
•Never heard of that name before.
•He’s a criminal. So I heard.
•Who cares? He’s so cool.
•Crushing on The Grand Hottie or The Sharmer King?
•BOTH (Squeals).
Three black cars drove into the school garage.
Students rushed in staccato, screaming in their voices.
•Omg Belles!
•They’re really here.
•My role models!
In sync, three girls got out of their respective cars.
Crazy, hot teenagers. The girl dance group in Stars High. The prettiest (as they say), richest and baddest uptown girls— as they say.
They’re not only known in Stars High, but the whole of New York also. They are crazy, crazy dancers and you can never escape their charm.
It’s like their uniforms are customized differently for them because they’re so different… even from the big boys and girls in the school.
They’re too hot and classic.
You know one of them.
Mirabelle, the daughter of the owner of the school, she’s also the queen bee so whenever she’s around, don’t talk about the grand hottie. You’ll be expelled ASAP.
Then Anabelle, the tallest of them. She’s the dance group leader. The craziest of them all.
Or maybe it’s Isabelle, the most quiet one. But she’s a poison herself, you don’t breathe around her if you’re a scholarship student.
She looks as harmless as a dove, but she’s the craziest.
The three are inseparable friends. Since elementary.
Three scholarship students(one boy and two girls) rushed to them immediately, collecting their bags.
They’re on the roster and they do everything for Bells for one week. Today’s their last day and by Monday, three scholarship students are chosen again.
Isabelle didn’t give the girl serving her the bag, instead she slapped her with it.
Gasps.
“Don’t think because today’s your last day of serving me, you can waste my time. You didn’t even spend a week because school was locked down”she whispered and pulled her ear.
“I’m sorry,”the girl cried.
“Isa, leave the bitch”Anabelle laughed.
“She’ll work for me again. She’ll be on the roster next week”Isa smiled venomously.
The girl quickly nodded, eyes down.
“You added something on your hair… artificial. How about we cut it off for you?”Ana walked forward, the girl fell to her knees immediately.
“Starting our day with something like this will be so much fun”Mirabelle chuckled, throwing gum in her mouth. She jumped on her car bonnet, relaxing on it.
“I’ve missed bullying, thank fúck my Ricky-hottie is back”she unlocked her phone.
She didn’t mind the boy waiting patiently for her with her bag. He dare not move, until she’s ready to leave.
And from the look of things, she isn’t ready.
None of the Belles are ready. Like Mira’s boy, Ana’s girl stood with her bag clung to her chest.
“Scissors!”Ana ordered.
Like flash, a pair of scissors was placed on her palm.
“She’s my girl. I’ll give her something fitting”Isa collected the scissors, she yanked the innocent girl’s hair, ready to cut some strands off when a boy rushed to them, kneeling.
He’s a scholarship student too. His name’s Dennis.
“Belles, to.. today’s Friday. Don’t forget you’ll be pulling the show today. You made a promise never to bully on Fridays to honor the day”he rushed his words.
Mira hissed and ended the video.
“Damn. I thought today was Tuesday.”Ana seethed, obviously annoyed.
“The school has been shut down since Tuesday,”Isa muttered and marched away.
Mirabelle smirked at her boy lickspittle and he followed her.
“Today’s the Belles dance everyone. Don’t forget to get your pass-card before twelve pm to watch your fav dancers,…”Ana announced.
“Belles!”students completed.
“Then tonight, our Queen bee will be hosting a night party to celebrate our one and only Grand Hottie here in school”she said.
Everyone screamed in happiness.
Ana nodded and walked away, her bag holder rushed after her.
Dennis turned to the girl who was already crying.
“Winter”he called her name. He grabbed her in a tight hug, stroking her hair.
“It’s okay. You’re fine”he whispered.
“I’m on the roster again… same Isabelle”she sniffled.
“It’s okay,”Dennis replied instead.
Cathy, another scholarship student, watched sadly from a distance.
She understands how Winter feels, she was on the roster for Isabelle last two weeks. And hell, she suffered.
•I don’t think Grand Hottie is coming today.
•I came for him, not for Belles stupid dance show.
•Shhh.
Cathy got tired of the gossip behind her so she walked away.
•Eric’s Residence•
Too great for an eighteen year old.
Eric lives all by himself in this great masterpiece.
A mansion made with glass and stone.
Derek parked his car before the residence and ran in.
Going inside the ‘magnifik’ living room, he met no one.
Just a polished house and that tells that the twice-in-a-week cleaners had cleaned and left.
“Hey Senitel”he pressed a button by the wall.
“Senitel, at your service Master Derek”the AI replied.
“Where’s Eric?”he asked.
“In his special room, he clearly warned that he shouldn’t be disturbed”Senitel said.
“Shut up”Derek rolled his eyes and took the narrow way, heading out of the living room.
“I won’t talk”Senitel replied.
•Eric’s Special Room•
This place looks like a drummer’s house. No, like a real stage.
Different types and colors of expensive drum sets situated at different corners.
Eric sat in the middle of a gold set, drumming so perfect. His Airpods are as usual in his ears, and his eyes stayed closed.
No flaw. Fast beats and fast pace.
Sweat crawled out of his body, he did nothing to clean the wets off…
Not only Derek played foil on another set of drums.
Eric opened his eyes and turned to him, he eventually stopped drumming.
“Hey, lost it?”he frowned.
Derek smiled and stood up, walking to him.
“Derek,”Eric muttered.
“Dude it’s me,”Derek said.
“What are you doing here?”Eric looked at Derek’s shoes. He stood up and walked to a short towel, hanging by a side.
Now his abs and biceps are clearly viewed. Since he’s in a wet, armless shirt, his six packs are visible.
He trained himself.
“What do you mean what am I doing here? Dude, the whole school is waiting for you. Mirabelle is doing a special dance show and later at night, there’ll be a party. All for you”Derek said.
“Did you dust your shoes before walking in? I can see little stains on the floor”Eric replied instead.
“Damn, of all normal humans… why’d I make you my best friend?!”Derek groaned.
Eric only chuckled, he walked to the replicator on the wall and pressed his full palm on the screen.
“Earl grey tea,”he said.
“Your Earl grey tea coming right up, Master Eric”Senitel replied.
In ten seconds, a tray rolled out and a cup of tea sat on it.
Eric took it, Derek was faster, he snatched the cup from him and sipped from the tea but spat it out immediately.
“Dude, it tastes like perfume,”he said.
“Your problem, I didn’t ask you to drink it”Eric started walking away.
“You think you’re strong now? Back to your handsome face? You’re still ugly. By the way, you’re really not going to school?”Derek followed.
“I’ll resume on Monday. Let’s visit town tonight”Eric said.
“The Town you said was irritating?”Derek scoffed.
•Night~Nyack•
Alex sneaked out of a building. She was caught taking from a thug’s pocket and since then, she’s been running.
To normal people, they’re in trouble. But to Alex, she’s enjoying the chase.
Now, she’d gone into this garage building to hide, changing herself.
Whenever she goes for her talent mission, she disguises fully as a boy, revealing something in her body.
But when things get too tight, and she gets almost caught, she removes that thing, being herself. People even passes her without knowing she’s the thief.
Maybe only Mr Wills knows she’s the infamous, notorious thief.
Now, she’s removed that sign and her cap, walking like a normal Tomboy with hands in her pocket.
“He’s the one! Those are what he wore!”people screamed.
“Ohh boy”Alex rolled her eyes and took to her heels, starting another game of chase.
Meanwhile, Eric and Derek stayed in their car, both at the front seat.
No robot car today. Derek is the driver.
Eric hates driving at night. He prefers robots doing that for him but since Derek is here, he did the honors.
Both are watching the crazy party happening in school through a phablet.
Mira is on the dance floor, easily bouncing her arse— All for Eric.
“Damn, this is crazy. I wish I was there”Derek laughed.
“Why?”Eric looked at him.
“Why? I’d have tapped two or three arses, füç? like ten pussies”Derek said.
Eric scoffed and turned off the screen.
“Dude!”Derek groaned. “Okay, why exactly are we here? Not like staying here, we’ll find the almighty Sharmer King!”he complained.
Eric ignored him.
“Who the fúck is that!”Derek’s eyes bulged as Alex ran their way.
She got to their car, banging on the bonnet.
Eric opened his door, his eyes showed irritation.
“Hey, get your filthy hands off my car!”he yelled.
“Wait, she’s a girl”Derek stopped him. You’re a girl? You’ve won Derek’s heart.
He’s a Casanova.
Alex ran to Eric’s side, she pushed him and he fell back on the seat.
“The füç?!”he yelled, dusting the part where she touched. His chest.
But one thing is familiar about her.
The rose scent.
“Ohh, it’s the grand hottie, what are you doing in town?”she asked.
Wait, he smells like a strong rose. That made her push herself in.
“What?!”Derek laughed.
“Nice thing, you smell like me. But yours is stronger, rich boy”she poked his chest.
Eric almost puked. He almost pushed her away when shouting sounds got closer.
“They are here”Alex gasped and without thinking, she placed her lips on Eric’s.
He literally died.
Derek laughed.
The chasers ran past the car, eager to get Alex.
TBC…
