I sit up on one side of the couch while...Stella? I think that's her name, she sits on the other side of the couch, adjusting her top.
I reach over to the drawer of the coffee table and pull out a pack of cigarettes and a red lighter. I place the stick between my lips, holding it between my teeth.
"So..." Stacy, sorry Stella draws out.
I cover the end of the cigarette as I light it. Once it's lit I take a long drag of it, feeling the smoke travel down my throat before pulling the stick away from my lips and blowing the air towards miss blonde. "Get out," I say with a straight face.
She coughs a bit before her eyes widen, registering my words.
"W-what?" She stutters and I roll my eyes.
"I said get the fuck out before I make you." I glare at her taking another drag from my cigarette.
"You dick!" She shouts frustrated as she gets up, the spaghetti strap of her top falling off her shoulder leaving it naked. I sigh and shake my head, happens every time. Every girl thinks they have a shot just because they got fucked by me, hell they try to get me not to use a condom so they can have the chance to get pregnant by the Jake.
She swings the door open while putting one of her heels back on. She's about to exit just as Shawn is about to walk in, he gives her a once over before moving to the side, more like getting pushed to the side by her.
He walks in closing the door after him and quirking a brow at me, I just shrug.
"Let me guess she wanted a relationship?" He says plopping himself down across from me. I shuffle my legs off the seat making room for him. "At least we both have that in common." He puts a hand out and I pull the cigarette out, handing it to him.
"They all think they have a chance." I chuckle
He takes a long drag of it, closing his eyes before handing it back to me. "Anyways what I came here to talk to you about," He pauses. "Another mission, but this time you're going in alone and I'm your getaway ride." He grins and I nod.
"He said some more, but I pretty much just zoned out" He shrugs, meaning I have to go talk to my dad about the task.
After some small talk and Shawn decided to leave, I texted my dad, as if I'd want to go and see him. He sent me a picture with the detail of what he got.
Father: You're going to go to a masquerade ball tomorrow night, and you'll see someone in a green and black patterned tux, he's going to have your list of people you need to kill. Shawn is going to be waiting outside in case anything goes downhill, meaning he will go in if you start another fight. Don't get into any trouble.
Guess that means I have tonight and the day of tomorrow to myself.
