Agent X

Chapter 1

I took a bight of my sandwich, whole wheat bread with lettuce, tomato, and mayo. I was sitting at a table at the back of the gigantic lunch hall. The table was wooden with carvings spelling out different things that kids had written. I read them everyday. Bitch. Waffles. 253-###-###, and other random crap. I took another bite and looked across the dinning hall. There she was Miss perfect or as others like to call her Megan. She had long burnet hair with deep brown eyes the color of nice moistened soil. She was perfect, her laugh was like a butterfly kiss and her smile was like when you finish a really good book. She was sitting with all of her friends, Destiny, Demi, Danielle, Clair, and then James, Ian, Ryan, and Ted. I despised those guys. They would jump you in the halls and take what ever was on you. James had a thing for Megan and Megan had a thing for him. James was blonde, blue eyed, and big. He was so muscled his muscles had muscles. He was an idiot though, probably couldn't tell the difference between a clock and a shoes. Jerky James. That's what I called him, his name should be, stupid Jerky shitty James, but I wanted to be nice. I took the last bite of my sandwich; I grabbed the wrapper and headed to the entrance of the dinning hall. I threw the wrapper away and started to walk out when I felt someone push me, I turned back to look.

         “Hey there Lucas,” Said Samantha.

         “Hi Samantha,” I said turning back around to walk up the flight or two of stairs.

         “I told you to call me Sam, S-a-m,” She said spelling it out.

         “Ok, S-a-m,” I said repeating her.

         “So you want to come over tonight to shoot some hoops? We could practice for basketball tryouts.” She said as we got to the top of the stairs, she put her hands in her front pockets and walked with her legs barely bent.

         “I don’t know, my parents wanted to have a talk with me tonight.”

         “The talk?” she said elongating the words.

         “No! At least I don’t think so,” I said looking down at my feet wondering.

         “We already know about all that stuff, how sex works and not to do it when you’re too young. That girls have periods and guys have wet dreams---“

         “---Ok I get it,” I said talking over her.

         “But we do.”

         “They said it was pretty important, so I better stay home. I’m almost done with my history final paper so I should finish it.”

         “You’re almost done!” Sam said shocked, “I still have to start mine. You know it’s not due for another three weeks, its due on the second to last day of school.”

         “I know, I wanted to get it over with.”

         “Your sutch a try hard,” said Sam pushing me with her hip a little.

         I got to my locker and found that it had gotten broken into. I held the cut up lock in my hand, “Damn it.” I opened my locker and found that all of my stuff had been taken even my jim bag. “Are you serious?” at least I carry around my laptop everywhere I go and my homework binder. “Come on, really?” I looked back behind me at the clock, 2:20. The clock was above another row of lockers. The lockers were really boring just plain tan. Not even a nice tan it was more like a vomit tan. I had P.E. right now and I didn’t have my bag. I groaned and started to walk away from my locker. I kicked one of the lockers and it came right back at me hitting me square in the forehead and the nuts. I fell and everyone around me started to laugh, they pointed and started to take pictures. I lay on the floor helpless. I closed my eyes from the pain.