The Teenage Assassin

The Teenage Assassin Chapter 4

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Chapter 4 –

 

      I awoke the next morning with a stiff neck as I still on my window seat, I must have fallen asleep. I got up and stretched and looked at the alarm clock. 7:00am, I needed to get ready for school. I grabbed my clothes and went into the bathroom and changed. When I stepped out I smelt bacon which was rare as I never had the time to cook it anymore. I followed the scent all the way the open plan kitchen where Dean was making bacon sandwiches. I sat on the stool at the breakfast bar as Dean slid the plate towards me. I looked up him and smiled and he froze.
“What?” I tensed ready for a fight.

“Your face.” He whispered, he reached a hand over and touched parts of my face gently. What was he talking about? I picked up the teaspoon I used to stir my tea and looked at my reflection and gaped. It was bad; I was covered in bruises form the fight last night. I wasn’t even sure if the concealer would cover it up. I sighed and put down the spoon and took a huge bite of the sandwich. He raised an eyebrow.

“What?” I asked again. Was he trying to make me feel like crap?

“When was the last time you ate?” I thought about it and couldn’t remember. I shrugged as he shook his head.

“Quit criticizing me and get ready idiot.” I scowled as he slumped off to get his things. I finished off the sandwich and grabbed my bag and concealer.
“Can you drive today as I need to cover up my face?” I said grudgingly. He knew that I hated other people driving so he took up my offer and we were soon at school. I was still finishing up my concealer as he got his gun reloaded and put a knife in his pocket. I did the same and got out the car and took hold of his hand easily. Why was I doing this? He wasn’t my boyfriend. I didn’t want him to be either. I looked up at the school and soon realized who I had taken his hand. I needed comfort and he was closest thing I had at that moment. I looked up again and felt as if I was being watched by someone. I turned to meet the eyes of Chris, the target. He saw me and smiled and I returned the smile. I observed Chris all day and watched his every move and what he did with girls and who he paid most attention too, which turned out to be me. He sat with us again at lunch and continued to stare at me as Dean and I kept pretending to be a couple.

      Dean and I were walking to my car when I felt that someone was walking beside me, I turned to see Chris.

“Can I help you?” I asked innocently gripping Dean tighter to me; I wanted to be sure that I was in control.

“As a matter of fact, you can.” He said, his teeth were actually gleaming. Was that possible?

“How so?” I replied turning away from him to get in the car, Chris then grabbed my wrist. It took everything I had not to pin him to the floor assassin style. That would have blown my cover; I then felt a strange buzz pass through me, all I wanted was him. Man, how did he do that? 

“Meet me at midnight for a romantic stroll, and then I will show you how to have a good time.” I was about to hyperventilate when Dean came and snared an arm around my waist for which I was grateful as I was snapped back to reality. Chris was the target, and I was the one to take him down. I flicked my hair over my shoulder and gave a sad smile.