Mexican Sniper (Kellic)

Chapter 02: Party For The Recently Blind

College was difficult and stressful enough on its own. But even more so if you add a professional sniper to the equation.

I couldn't get my mind off of Vic. I gazed down at the open textbook before me. I'd been rereading the same paragraphs on the same page for twenty minutes now. It seemed no matter how hard I tried to focus, my mind kept wavering back to Vic.

I'd eaten breakfast with him this morning and it was about as casual as if we'd known each other for years, despite the fact that I was slightly apprehensive of all the guns he had laid out on my coffee table.

I'd found out that he wasn't that much older than I was - three years to be exact. The fact that he was so close to my age made me feel weird. I could be doing what he does for a living. I don't know if I could ever muster up the courage to kill someone, although all of Vic's 'clients' deserve what happens to them. That is, if some of the background stories about the people he's told me about are true and not just whimsical lies.

I sighed, staring down at the book and deciding that I really wasn't getting shit done today. Just as I was about to close the book and put away my notes, the seat beside me was occupied and a familiar voice rang through my ears.

"Kells, taking an early break are we?" I looked beside me at the source of annoyance which belonged to one of my best friends, Justin. I rolled my eyes and let go of my notes, putting them back on the table and turning my head to look at him.

"I'm assuming you want to copy my notes," I replied. "Again."

"What are friends for?" Justin grinned and I pushed my notes toward him as he pulled out an exam pad and started scribbling.

"You need to start showing up to class," I said monotonously. My phone buzzed and I shifted awkwardly in my seat to get it out of the pocket in my skinny jeans.

"Yeah, but it's more fun to go get high." Justin answered without looking up. "Besides, I know I can always count on you."

"Yeah well one day I won't let you copy my..." I trailed off slowly as I stared at the unknown ID of the person I just received a text from. I didn't have the number saved which was strange because not a lot of people knew me and nobody would have bothered to find out my number and actually text me. I let out a breath when I read it.

You're out of milk.

What the actual fuck. There was literally only one person who could've sent that text and I was figuring out whether I was more shocked that he had my number or mad that he hadn't told me. How did he get it anyway? It's not like I told him or let him have my phone.

Vic, how the fuck did you get this number? I typed back. I decided I was angry.

I literally have an entire folder with your background information in it, so you think something as trivial as a cellphone number was going to stump me?

I sighed, thankful that Justin was only barely paying attention to me. He was busy scrawling away, making his own copies of my notes.

"You going out later or something?" He asked.

A girl browsing the books behind us shushed him and he just rolled his eyes. The library wasn't really the most sociable area, but it still annoyed him every time we came in and people refused to let him talk at all.

"No, why?" I asked in a low tone so as not to upset the girl who was now glaring at us.

"You were texting someone and I hope you haven't made plans with any girl or something." He said finishing up on the last page and straightening up, looking proudly at his - well my work. "We were all planning to go to the festival in the park tonight. You know get high, drunk. The usual fun stuff."