Pull The Trigger (Poofless fanfic)

Misson Imposible

"Fucking bullshit! I didn't leave school to be put back in!" Robert yelled at his boss. The boss remained calm with his stupid smile still plastered on his face.

"Robert. I don't think you get how much money this guy's payin to have this kid killed." The boss said. It wasn't the killing that worried Robert he's been doing it for much to long that he doesn't even cringe at horror movies.

"What ever." He groaned having nothing better to say but wanting the last word. The boss nodded and stood up so Robert wasn't looking down at him.

"Just get the job done. Remember you get 70% of the pay." Robert rolled his eyes and pulled up his hood to shadow his face. He left the building knowing his boss already unrolled him into the high school. The moon kept the city air dark and eerie with only a few people walking the streets and some cars driving by. Most people were gangs or prostitutes some even cold blooded murderers like himself.
He turned into the old run down building his money could pay for. Hardly anyone lived there because the place almost seemed like it was deserted. He walked to his apartment on the first floor. It made an easy get away if ever needed.

Slipping under the thin cheap shears of his bed that was just a spring mattress on the floor. He knew he had to wake up early and was not looking forward to going back to school.

~morning~

Robert woke up when the sun was barely up. He tried to turn on his phone but it was dead. He mentally slapped himself for forgetting to charge it.
He got up plugging in his phone so it'll at least have a bit of percentage when he left for school.
Robert never kept a lot of food around mostly because he stole some on his way to kill a target but not this time. He scavenged the pantry the cabinets and even the fridge that didn't work. He ended up with a glass of water, an apple, and a pack of gum.
He grabbed his phone taking the charger out and walking off while eating his apple. He looked at his phones percentage 34%. Robert never really liked when his phone battery was below 80%.
The city was busy and lively with its prostitutes and gangs hiding in the shadows. Robert brought a knife that was slipped in his sleeve to do the job quickly and easily.

When he stepped on the school grounds he instantly felt tired and stressed. 'I hate this place already.' He thought. Just then a loud bell sounded threw the school hurting Robert's trained ears.

"For fucks sake I need to get a car or something." He mumbled to himself when students ran out of the front door for lunch some staying in school grounds with their friends and others going out to eat.

Robert walked into the building not wanting to engage in any conversation. His phone buzzed in his jacket pocket making him even more pissed than he already was. Looking at the text from his boss was a picture of Preston. Robert had to admit the guy was cute but quickly regained focus. He stopped at the front desk that was just to the right of the ramp leading into the school.

"Hi I'm Robert the new student." He said with confidence looking down at the lady at the desk. She nodded and typed in something on the computer.

"I can already tell what kind of person you are." She said under breathe. The schedule was printed and she handed it to Robert. Robert nodded not caring about the woman's comment and left. On the schedule was his locker number and combination along with his classes.

"Fuck! Look where you're going!" He yelled when someone ran into him. Thought Robert only stumbled a bit as the other fell down completely.

"I-I-I'm really sorry! Please don't hurt me!" The boy on floor begged. Robert looked down at the boy who was shrinking in fear.

"Hey man! The fuck you picking Ty for?!" A voice boomed from down the hallway. An entire group of guys were running towards them but Robert wasn't fazed in the slightest. All the boys were soaked and their shoes squeaked against the tile floor.

"His fault." Robert said crossing his arms. Ty stood up and backed away he was also the only dry one out of the all the boys.
Robert smirked remembering his little pranks he'd pull on his friends.

"Hey no need to be pointing fingers." One of them said with a weird accent.

"Shut up." Robert replied making the boy with the accent look down at his feet.

Before another person from the group could respond Robert was almost talked by someone from the side making him fall over and hit his head.

"What the fuck was that for jack ass?!" He yelled then looked at the person on top of him who was sobbing into his shirt.

"Shit Preston you alright?" One of the boys from the group asked followed by some other questions.

The boys lifted Preston off Robert only to have him clutch on the closest one and start sobbing again. The boys all circled him with worry in their eyes.

"What happen?" The one who yelled at Robert asked his voice much more hushed and comforting.

"They came back!" Preston choked out. Robert felt his stomach do a flip when he heard Preston's it matched his look. Small and innocent. He almost felt putty for he had to kill such an innocent kid.

"Uh sorry about that. In not good with new people." He blurted out. The group looked at him like they forgot he was there and they probably did.

"It's fine. What's your name?" The one Preston was crying on asked while still trying to comfort him. He had brown hair and a big nose like holy shit. He wore a blue button up shirt and jeans with a pair of dress shoes for some fucking reason.

"I'm Robert." He said and tried to crack a smile. It felt unnatural and even looked forced.

"I'm Jerome." The same guy replied. Presto bs sobs turned into soft sniffles now but he refused to move away from Jerome.

"I'm Adam." The guy who yelled at him earlier said awkwardly waving. He had dark brown curly hair and pale skin. He had a normal sleep worn t-shirt on and pants with weird sandals on.

"Well you already know who I am." Ty said. He had light brown hair covering one of his eyes and a black t-shirt on with black skinny jeans and red converse.

"I'm Mitch." The one with the accent said still not looking at Robert. His hair was a caramel brown. He had a white t-shirt on with a red jacked and khakis with red shoes. Robert motion forwards Preston even thought he already knew who he was. Preston shivered under Robert's cold stare.

"Preston." Jerome answered for him. Preston had a red t-shirt that he obviously slept in and skinny kaki shorts with sneakers.

"I'm sorry I ran into you." Preston tried to keep his voice even but failed. Robert smirked at his innocence and his ass. His smirk quickly fell when he reminded himself what he's there to do.

'Just get the job done.'