How I Lost

  I laughed as he told me a joke, damn he's funny! we laughed for what seamed like forever. But our eyes made contact, I quickly looked away, no way in hell I'm giving into those beautiful green-blue eyes. "Hay we sh~" he started but was cut off by the school bell, I quickly ran off, my boks in my hand and my backpack  half open. Yes I'm a mess... But right now it seams like he's the only right thing in my life. I sprinted threw the halls of our svhool in Mascow, Russia.

Now I'm sitting in class having to suffer threw three more hours thinking about him, praying to that god that every believes in but me, that he's thinking about me, also. I bit my lip, trying not to turn red from the thougt of him. My classes went by quickly and I sprinted to the front of the school seeing him in the parking lot, I smiled gently, wanting to run up to him and hug, maybe even kiss, him but I held myself back and walked to my slick black motorcycle.

"Thought you could leave with out a hug?' he said, his acent a little more russian then mine, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me close to his muscular body, he was warm, I liked it, way to much, its always cold tis time of year in Mascow, and its hard to drive a motorcycle in the snow.

"oh.." I say in seme shock, and gently put my hands on his arms "I have things to take care of.." I mumbled.

"Do you now?" he smirked and leaned down to my ear about to say something, I got extreamly nervous and squirmed my way out of his arms and getting on my bike, putting my helmet and driving off. I could feel his eyes on my the back of my head.

I got home, my brother was there, that made me happy, he was always working, I walked in and shouted in joy "Brother I'm home!" my brother came out and pulled me into a tight hug "hello my dear!' he said and mimicked my joy, thats what makes me happy, when he picks up and holds me. He turned twenty a few days ago and wanted me to come live with him instead of our crooked parents. I'm only fifteen, and I come from a broken family... And I have a whole sob story but I'm not saying.

We ate dinner together that night and he asked me a few questions, I told him about things... Not very good things, what I'm doing in my free time, he wasnt the happist about that. I think that broke his heart becuse he made me watch chick-flicks and cuddle with him all night. He's a pretty loving brother, it great.

"call me... call me... call me DAMN IT!" I yelled at my phone, and slumped on my bed, "why wont he call?!" I mutter and slump down I my bed, as I do so the phone rings. I don't know the number so I pick up "Hello?" I say in a groan,

"Oh my, did I wake you?" The voice on the other end said, this is most defiantly not the person I wanted, I wanted Akira, that cute guy from school, but it's not,

"Hello, Boss." I muttered,

"My little assassin, I have something for you to do." He said, extremely cocky like usual.

"Do you know." I say trying not to sound annoyed.

"I need you to kill someone!" He said cheerfully.

"When do you not." I said with gritted teeth.