My Ex is a Spy

Chapter 2

I woke up in a familiar place, warm and friendly. I let out a sigh, it was a dream, it was all a messed up dream. The handkerchief was gone, the blindfold, the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke from the club was all gone. But weirdly enough, this wasn't my house, but it was familiar enough that I guessed one of my friends took me home after getting too drunk and I was hallucinating the whole experience. I sat up and decided to grab my phone to check out the time, but I couldn't find it in any of my pockets, maybe it dropped out of my pocket while I was drunk and was left at the bar at this time.

Cursing under my breath, I decided to go search around the house for my friend to see if they could drive me back to the bar for a second so I could see if my phone was turned in. But then I stopped when I saw the staircase, this wasn't a friends house, this was Tyler's house. I cursed again and slapped my forehead. How could I not recognize his house? "You're awake." Tyler said from behind me, causing me to jump.

"And you as surprising as ever," I said unhappily. "Why the hell did you bring me to my house, I-"

He cut me off, sternly looking at me as he said "You almost got kidnapped by..." he paused. "Someone." Tyler reached into his back pocket and pulled out the handkerchief I remembered from my so-called dream last night, not handing it to me for me to examine, instead putting it back in his back pocket. "I- yeah, I got you quick enough last night so that they didn't take off with you."

My eyes shone with confusion, so much that Tyler didn't know how to confront it. "Someone tried to kidnap me? Sounds like you know who." I said, probing him a little further, but having a semi-solid idea of who it was. Damian.

Tyler scoffed. "I don't even know who the person is, just some typical criminal I guess." His eyes wandered off towards the ceiling, what he always did when he was lying.

"Tyler," I said in anger. "I know you-"

"You used to know me." He cut off, putting emphasis on the used.

I scowled. "Doesn't mean I don't remember who you were and everything that you did, especially when you look up at the ceiling cause you are lying to someone, and not just someone, me. So what is the truth or so God help me I'll-"

He crossed his arms. "What? God help you you'll do what?"

Sighing heavily, I stomped my foot. God, he was so infuriating. "I will kick you in the nuts so hard that you'll-"

I heard the sound of footsteps rushing down the stairs, interrupting what I was about to say. "Oh my," they exclaimed softly, probably to themselves. It was the girl from last night, her hair no longer in a braid down and in a crazy mess. Her eyes were still shockingly blue, sobering me up from my anger. "Um, hey lovebirds, sorry to push in... but..." she shrugged, not knowing how to cut in. Was this his new girlfriend? I smirked at Tyler, crossing my arms and challenging him with a look.

He pulled his lips in a thin line, not amused. "Yes Harper?" Harper, yes, that was her name.

Harper nervously chuckled, fixing her gray t-shirt. "I heard bickering, knowing when you told me that it was your girlfriend that..." she stopped herself. "... yeah, you know what I mean. Just, didn't want your balls being cut off."

Tyler rolled his eyes. "Oh, Amy'll do more then chop my balls off. She'll skin me alive, and then let me bleed for a moment before tearing out my eyes with a spoon and decapitating me. Maybe if she is generous enough, she'll leave my balls be."

I scoffed, done with the insults. Then again, I had insulted him as well. But that isn't the point, I was one of those weird chicks that if I insult you, I am arrogant as hell. You insult me, then I push your body in a meat grinder. "Alright," I announced. "You saved me or whatever, so your job here is done, superman." I said sarcastically, placing my hands on my hips. "Can you drive me home now? Because I have had enough with seeing your face for today."