Making my escape

 "What on earth are you doing?" I ask Henry, who's attempting to jump out of the side window with his backpack on.

He grins mischievously, replying, "Making my grand escape, of course!"

I chuckle, "So, you really did snatch the Lucian family crest, huh? And here I thought of you as our own 'Robin Hood.'"

Henry's eyes twinkle as he says, "Ah, you've known all along. It's not like I didn't suspect that."

"How could I possibly miss those scarlet eyes of yours? But that's not why I'm here. Why did you lose to Emma on purpose?"

He hesitates, then confesses, "You've figured it out, haven't you?"

"I want to hear it from you," I insist, "although I have a hunch."

Henry sighs, "Alright, since you're begging to know. I lost because if I won, some students might label me a thief. I've been trying to misdirect what Emma's saying, and make them think if it figuratively not literally but it won't last."

I nod in understanding, "Smart move. But sometimes, I wonder if the seemingly foolish you is as clever as this version."

He grins, "What can I say? I'm unpredictable. I've got some errands this evening. See you around."

"But you can't leave school until classes are over," I remind him.

"Don't worry about that," he smirks, "I have a V.U.S. permission."

I raise an eyebrow, "What's V.U.S.?"

Henry teases, "Surprised you don't know, Mr. Know-It-All? V.U.S. stands for Very Urgent Situation. Not many in the school are privy to it, making it valuable information, don't you think?"

I acknowledge, "Thanks for the intel. I lost the bet, so what do you need me to do?"

He winks, "I'll save that for later. See ya!"

And just like that, Henry leaps out of the window and dashes out of the school, leaving me curious about his request. Plus, there's that Priscilla girl; her constant stares are getting unnerving.

"I know I'm handsome and all, but, this looks is making me more of a main character than a side character that I am."

I mutter as I exit the infirmary, but as soon as I step through the door, I'm met with Emma's inquisitive gaze.

I ask, "What's up?" with a flat expression

She questions, "Where's your friend?"

"You can check on him yourself," I reply, a touch annoyed. "I'm starting to believe him, you're acting like a stalker."

Emma presses, "What are you doing here? You should either be in class or the restroom."

I retort, "That question can cut both ways. I was looking for the restroom and got lost. You?"

Emma raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical, "Lost? Really? The restroom is close to the practical hall. You left the hall and ended up in a building marked 'Infirmary,' and you're telling me you got lost?"

I sigh, "What can I say? I have a poor sense of direction. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a class to attend. And please, stop bumping into me; it's starting to get annoying."

~Tsk~ clicking her tongue she adds

"I have unfinished business to settle with your friend."

"Then suit yourself" I said as I walked past her to the class

She dashes to Henry's ward, then comes out chasing me, "Hey! Where's Henry? He's not in his ward."

I respond, "I don't know. You can go look for him yourself."

"But he's your friend."

"Says who?"

"Aren't you worried?"

I answer, "Nah, he can take care of himself. Besides, it's you who has the unfinished business with him, not me."

~Urrrgh~ Groaning in frustration, Emma starts searching the whole ward.

"I'll get you both for this!" She screamed, by a passing nurse gestures her to be quiet

*Yh...but you'll have to find me first* 

Leaving her, I make my way back to class, thoughts racing.

I ponder, "It will soon be my turn against that Troy guy. I don't want to exert myself too much. I need a plan."

....

A few minutes later, after I returned to the class and watched the ongoing fights, it's now my turn. 

The previous fights were tough; some boring, some intense, especially the ones fought by the top ten as the improvised in the middle of their fight and used some unhanded cheats to secure their victory. I've learned from the top ten fighters, and I've formulated a plan.

The teacher announces, 

"Next up, it's number thirteen, Gideon versus Troy." 

Troy keeps smirking and taunting me, but I remain focused. I'll shut him up once I win, and I'm going to do it with style.