Emma's POV
This has Hailey written all over it. I'm sure she came up with this plan of smearing glue all over my seat. I had been too tired to even check my seat before sitting.
“What am I going to do now?” I asked John worriedly.
“The glue was thankfully not smeared around all the chair but only in the middle,” he said, observing the chair.
“So?” I asked.
“So, I should be able to dissolve the glue with this,” he said, bringing out a small bottle. “Let's just pray it shouldn't be strong glue,”
“What is in that?” I asked curiously. He opened the lid and the strong scent hit my nose. I didn't need to be told what it was again.
“Alcohol? Why do you have alcohol in your backpack?” I asked in a hushed voice.
“For many reasons, it even proved to be useful to you,” he said, pouring it al
