Rule #1: Never Date An A.C.E. [COMPLETED]

Chapter 1: Rule #27 Never Cross Your Arms

Chapter 1: Rule #27, Never Cross Your Arms

Funny how things begin, don't you think? One day you could be sitting in high school, trying to figure out how to get out as fast as possible, and the next find yourself locked in a dimly lit perfectly square room, being interrogated by an insanely cute looking boy sitting across from you in a suit. With a bowtie.

"Do you know what you're doing here, Miss Isabella?" The bowtie cutie asked me.

"Nope, but it's better than being in school with the boring teachers and the annoying students," I sit back in my own seat and cross my arms.

"Rule number twenty-seven, Isabella, never cross your arms. Shows insecurity," he smiled and I slowly undid them.

I looked at him suspiciously for the first time, "What am I doing here?" I lean forward, trying to play off how insecure I was actually feeling. "And who are you?"

"Agent Dylan Lancaster," he proudly says, and I slightly roll my eyes.

"Am I supposed to know who you are, Agent Dylan Lancaster," I question back, trying to get him angry or annoyed. He doesn't take the bait.

"Nope, no one does. Guess you're a special one," he winks and I inwardly groan. Player is written all over his pretty little face.

"You didn't answer my other question."

He sighs, must be annoyed I didn't grab hold of his cute little 'compliment', "You're here because you've been selected for the Ace Program."

"Ace Program?" I am more than beyond confused. "But, I'm not special in anything, why would I be chosen?" He chuckled and looked right into my eyes.

"You have no idea, do you?" Dylan got up and pressed a button on the wall, which caused the table and the chairs to begin sinking into the floor. I barely jumped off the seat in time before it disappeared. He took a fighting stance, "Come at me."

"Are you kidding? You're a trained agent, you'll probably hurt me!" I exclaim, backing away. He shrugs and says, "Have it your way."

Dylan ran at me, and threw out his arm to punch me. Almost by instinct, I swerve to the side, throwing out my own fist in the process, which clips his shoulder. He takes a slight step back, and swings at me again, this time with his left. I stop his arm with my right, and hit him in the stomach with my left. He backs up, bending over in pain, and the both of us are breathing heavily.

"You....you are very good," Dylan huffs. I nod back, slightly confused about what just happened. I placed my hands on my hips, trying to catch my breath, when Dylan straightens up.

"First girl to ever beat me," Dylan winks again and I just laugh this time. I hit his shoulder lightly, and reply.

"It won't be the last time for that, Ace."