Teenage Assassin

Chapter Eight

My first mission?

The boy got up and left the table. I swallowed hard, staring at the table. I was trying to cope with what just happened.

A mission?

What mission?

Miss Jackson didn't say one thing about a mission.

Maybe he's just messing with me.

Maybe it's a trick.

Maybe-

"Hey, Skylar!" I snapped out of it and saw Brett and Jen looking at me. I took a deep breath in, got up and went back to my table.

"What did he say?" Jen asked. I sat down, still in shock. Then, I finally looked at her.

"What?" I asked. She giggled a little more.

"What did he say to you?" Jen asked again. I tried to relax a little.

"Oh." I paused, not knowing what to say. "Uh. He just said that he wants to go on a date with me." I replied.

"And what did you say?" Brett asked quickly. I looked at him and shrugged a little.

"Uh. I said I can't. Because I don't know him." I replied nervously. Brett smiled.

"Okay, cool." Brett sighed in relief. I smiled. I pulled my phone out and checked the time.

Eight more minutes.

"Everything alright?" Jen asked me. I looked at her quickly again.

"What? Oh, yeah. I'm okay." I replied. She smiled.

"Are you thinking about Mason?" She teased. I forced a smile.

"No." I stated, but I guess I said it in an unsure voice, because Jen then gave me the 'I'm sure you're not thinking about him' look right after I said it.

"Are you sure?" Jen asked. I nodded.

"Yeah." I replied quickly. She smiled a little.

"Okay." She said. She looked at Brett with concern, but I ignored it. I looked back at the time.

Seven more minutes.

Come on time, speed up!

"Oh! Did I tell you the time I accidentally kick Ryan in the shin?" Brett asked, trying to strike up a conversation.

"Yes, Brett. About a million times already." Jen stated.

"How about the time-"

"You managed to break Jack's arm, and the time you knocked Mike out." Jen said, cutting Brett off. He became quite.

"Okay, well. You heard all my stories." Brett turned to me. "How about you, Sky? You never tell stories about things you do."

"Yeah, you don't." Jen said.

Yeah, because you really want to hear about my life of being an assassin and how I hurt people for a living.

"I don't have stories to tell. My life is pretty boring." I replied with a worried little laugh. I looked at the time again.

Four more minutes.

"Come on, you have to have at least one story." Brett said, putting his elbow on the table and having a smug look on his face. I looked over to my left and saw another boy staring at me. But it wasn't just any boy.

It was the blonde boy I fought with last night.

He had a sling and everything. He was starting to give me dirty looks. I turned back and stared at the table. I felt like I was about to throw up my sandwich, and I knew I was having a major panic attack, but I kept it on the down-low.

"Sky? Seriously, what's wrong?" Jen asked. I looked back down at the clock.

Two minutes.

"Hey guys. I got to go. I'll see you later." I nervously said. I got up quickly and slung my bag over my shoulder, and started to walk away from the table.