Recoil (On Hold)

Chapter 1 (Picture of Derek)

(Picture to the side is of Derek>>>> Thanks MISSMiSsA for the suggestion ;)!)

After driving around the parking lot for what seems like hours, I finally find a spot to park in and of course it's just my luck, it's clear in the back. I pulled in and turn my Jeep off. I own a 1990 white Jeep Wrangler and it is sticking out like a sore thumb amongst all the brand new sport's cars that littered the parking lot. But hey, what can I say? I love my baby and I don't care if it's the nicest thing out there or not.

I still have about twenty minutes before the bell rings so I just sit in my car and try to calm down. My hands are clammy and shaking. I feel like I have World War II going on in my stomach. I take a few breaths, stretch, putting my hands above my head and arching my back. "Ok girl let's do this!' I muttered to myself trying to ease the nerves. I grab my bag, hop out my car and head to the main entrance of the school.

As I'm making my way through the parking lot full of cars and chatting teenagers I can't help but get nervous again. I haven't been in high school since I ran away from home when I was 16. Home life was rough so I ran away to my uncle's and I've never looked back. My uncle was a very kind and loving man so he took me in without a second thought. After a few days when I got settled he introduced me to The Agency. The Agency is a place where they train elite officers in combat, fire arms, defusing bombs, and making bombs. You know all that fun stuff that is usually in action movies. Then after years of harsh no nonsense training they send these officers to the C.I.A, F.B.I, Black Ops, S.W.A.T, etc. Where ever they are needed they go.

My Uncle is a head officer at the facility so he was able to enroll me easily. He taught me everything he knew in hand to hand combat, long range shooting, small and large firearms and stealth. What very little he couldn't teach me I learned in The Agency. They didn't have a school so my uncle home schooled me and in my free time I was passed around The Agency to learn everything I could. By the time I was twenty I could defuse a bomb in under two minutes, shoot wings off a fly from one hundred and fifty yards away, and take down five men single handily without barely breaking a sweat, but yet going back to high school made my knees weak and hands sweat. It made no sense at all. I should be able to do this easily...

"Hey!" I was brought out of my thoughts by someone yelling. Turning around I saw a tall boy running towards me. Once he halted to a stop in front of me I took the time to give him a once over. He was wearing a black shirt that hung tight around his arms and chest but went lose around his abs and some loose fitting faded jeans and some black and red pumas. I bit my bottom lip trying to hold back the drool threatening to slip out, he had a body that most male models would be jealous of!

"Hey you must be the new girl, my name is Derek Jenkins." He said to me his lips pulling up in a dazzling smile, showing off his straight pearly whites.

"Um, yeah. My name is Eliza Porter. But everyone calls me Liz. How'd you know I was new?"

"Well Stacey has been talking nonstop about you to us. She says that your dad and her dad are old high school friends and you guys re-located here for work?"

I bit my lip to hold in a smile. If you call being 20 and going back to high school to play guard dog work, then I guess your spot on! "Yup, that's me!" I said nodding my head.

"Well alright then! Let me introduce you to the gang. They're all anxious to meet you." He said while running his hand through his dirty blond hair nervously. This gave him the 'I just out of bed look' that's all the rage this year. And once again it was hard to stop my jaw from dropping.

He held out his hand for me to grab, I already knew everyone from the file Boss gave me, but I placed my hand in his and we started walking toward a bench that five kids were sitting on chatting away happily. "Hey guys this is Liz Porter. Liz this is Mary, Peter," He pointed to Mary, a petite girl with shoulder length dark brown hair, bright red lips, very big honey colored eyes. Then he pointed to Peter, an equally muscular boy with short spiked jet black hair, dark brown eyes, and dark tan skin.