Assassin Zero

Its Not Like I Go Around Killing People.

"You sure we've cleaned up everything? I don't want us all to have extra work tomorrow morning", Stacy asked locking up the café. She asked this question for the hundredth time now. And my answer was always...

"Yes, everything is fine. And I also double locked the back door ".

Peeeeeee

Stacy and I jumped once we heard a car horn behind us. We probably looked like two jewelry thieves caught in the act of breaking in. Stacy's face turned red, "who the fuck is that!?"

"Miss. Clark! Are you done!?"

Jackson.

I squeaked in fear. What was he doing here? He wasn't supposed to be here. Not with Stacy around. I was practically a dead man now.

"You know that idiot?" Stacy held her hip, leaning on her left side.

"Noooo..." then she gave me the look, "it's Jackson but I didn't call him to come, I swear!"

"Uh, that bartender neighbor of yours?" She smirked looking at the car, even though she couldn't see the driver because the lights were directly facing us, blinding us completely.

"Eh, you can go, I don't mind", she shrugged, facing me with a smile, shrugging nonchalantly like it was no big deal.

"Wait, really?"

"Hurry up for God's sake! You guys can make out tomorrow morning", Jackson shouted impatiently. It looked like he was on a quest to make Stacy hate him. If Stacy hated him, that would be the end of us. Though I was sure that he wouldn't mind at all, maybe even happy.

"Yes, but he's an idiot. I'm only letting him be around you because he seems like a good guy, after all, he's the one who helped you stay safe at the bar that day", she explained, facing me with her motherly smile. I was glad that she didn't hate him. In fact, she seemed to understand him more than I did. I kept noticing the negative part of him instead of the positive one, too. He was a caring person.

I hugged Stacy tightly, "God, I love you so much. Why couldn't you just be the woman who married my dad and birthed me instead?"

"There are a lot of answers to that", she gave an awkward laugh. "Bye".

I walked towards Jackson's car before getting in, accompanying him in the front. I faced him as he sat looking ahead at Stacy. His hair was the usual, he wore a dark gray jean and black t-shirt.

Were all his tops black t-shirts or perhaps he only had one and repeated it? Maybe it was the first because obviously Jackson could afford more than a simple t-shirt.

"Isn't your friend coming along?" He asked still looking at Stacy, she was putting the café keys into her small handbag.

"She lives just by the corner, it's a five minute walk", I informed wearing my seatbelt. He nodded to understand before he began driving.

"Why are you here?" I asked, facing his hand flex on the steering wheel as the other one laid on his leg. There was just something attractive about his position.

"What do you mean? This is my car".

"No, what I mean is, why did you pick me up?" This was a serious question, he was the least person I expected to show up at my work, and especially to pick me up. If he was here to pick me up, I'd assume that he was probably there to scold me for stalking him so much. "How did you even know I worked there?"

"You told me at the bar that you worked at this café , you probably don't remember. Plus I always pass through this road whenever going home, so I thought why not pick her up rather than some stranger kidnapping her whilst she was daydreaming stupidly like always? And here we are", he smiled.