Otto glanced quickly at his phone again when Elijah's back was turned – which was a rare luxury considering the chubby boy's eyes had been fixated on him all evening. Still nothing... He sighed, willing Tilly to hurry up with her cue so they could accelerate their prank to the fun bit – the bit that didn't revolve around him being eye candy for Elijah so he could get on with humiliating the fat Dungeons and Dragons obsessed doofus.
“Everything alright, Baby?” Elijah smiled sweetly. “You look cold. Care to wear my jacket?” Cold?! He wasn't cold!? Hell, it was actually pretty warm for early April. But, he did want that jacket. He didn't care that it had been wrapped around that sweaty boy's body. Anything would be better than what he was actually wearing. Otto instinctively looked down at himself and instantly regretted it, cursing the fact he had listened to Tilly when she suggested starting the date early in the afternoon. Of course, there would be more of an audience for Elijah's ultimate humiliation, but by extension more people would get to see him in his role too, and with the daylight lingering, they would get quite the view.
In truth, it could have been a dark evening and Otto would have still cut the striking figure. Tilly had done a fine job of preparing him for their April Fool's prank. Their mark was the greasy and grossly overweight enternal-virgin from their freshman year college study group, Elijah. Their plan was a classic – Tilly would help her boyfriend, Otto, dress as an overly eager female date for their classmate, make him think he was getting lucky, build him up, and then just as lover boy leaned in for a kiss to seal the deal, the wig would come off, Otto's friends would jump out laughing, fingers pointed, phone cameras poised, and Elijah would never speak up to correct him in class ever again. Hell, that stupid ass might never even show his face again.
Otto looked at his phone once more. He was getting impatient now and no longer cared if he seemed rude. Like he was going to upset a guy who wore a DnD shirt on a date. He actually felt offended on behalf of the female alter-ego Tilly had crafted for him. The long flowing hair, the perfect makeup, the short figure-hugging dress that clung to his smooth moisturised skin...the shiny fuck-me heels Tilly had given him as a finishing touch and then proceeding to teach him to walk in. Otto wasn't even a real girl and he was still too good for this loser. It was no wonder Elijah had clearly fallen in love already – the geek's eyes bugging with every wiggle, every shimmy that Otto threw his way. They weren't just going to humiliate him, he thought gleefully. They were going to break his heart.
Finally, Otto's phone vibrated in his hand. As expected, it was a message from Tilly and he opened it eagerly. But wait...he narrowed his eyes heavy with false lashes and wrapped his extended nails around the device like talons. He studied the picture Tilly had sent him. She had clearly been holding her phone in one hand and pointing it at assortment of objects on a table. Otto recognised them instantly given he was wearing all of them – a long flowing wig, the high-heels, acrylic fingernails – yet it was what was in Tilly's other hand that stopped his heart in his chest. Her palm was open and facing upwards, a small bottle lay in it with its cap unscrewed – 'Never-break Epoxy printed on its label.
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