Blood and Love

Chapter One

Clarke

As I opened the door I heard my parents arguing, again.

“I don’t want him doing this anymore Dean!” Screamed my mum.

“You do it. I do it. For god sake Claire we meet doing this. It’s our life!” Shouted my dad back.

“No. I never wanted this for him. He is our son. He is Clarke not an assassin. Look where it got us. Stuck doing this job till we are old then the will properly just kill us. I do not want this for him and I never did. I thought you understood that.”

I stepped into the living room and they finally turned around and noticed me.

“Clarke, how did the job go?” My mum asked.

“Fine.” I replied.

“Alright dear just to let you know you I called your school to let them know you’re coming in tomorrow.”

“Why? I don’t want to go to school. I’m already way ahead of everyone what’s the fucking point?”

“Don’t talk to your mum like that.” My dad interjected.  Stupid Hypocrite acting like two seconds ago he wasn’t doing the exact same thing. I simply ignored them and began going upstairs to my room.

“Clarke I know you don’t understand but I want you to be normal. You know experience normal things. Your dads got a job tomorrow in France so he is flying tomorrow and I need to go to the base tomorrow evening and sort out a few things so I won’t see you after tomorrow evening for a while so just try for me?”

I nodded. I knew exactly what this meant. They would be out of town for week’s even months possibly. I don’t really care though, I’m kind of passed that plus I knew Maria my Spanish nanny from when I was young would be here as well as the cook and a few other staff. What can I say killing pays well.

Alisha

“Wake up!” Shouted my mum.

Erggg. Another day of school, great. Notice my use of sarcasm there. I slowly climbed out of my bed and stumbled over to the bathroom and had a shower. 15 minutes later and body felt awake and ready to start the school day. I pulled on some black leggings and a baggy white Franklin and Marshall jumper with my black shinny docs. God I love them. I I simply tied my curly hair up into a ponytail and I grabbed my school bag and ran out the house shouting bye to my mum and grabbing a piece of toast on the way and walked the twenty minute walk to school.

“Alisha! Alisha!” Called my best friend Kay.

“Yeah?”

“Look its Clarke. He is back. Damm that boy is hot.” She said practically drooling at him.

I laughed and looked over. He was getting out of black sports car. Typical. Rich spoilt boy. He was wearing his usually bad boy smirk. He hadn’t been in for ages but because he's Clarke and apparently very smart none of teachers had bothered him. DPMO, I bet that if it was anyone else they would have gone mad.

“Come on let’s get to class.” I said literally dragging Kay away.

“What do you have?” asked Kay.

“Um English.”

“I have drama. I will see you at break.” Kay answered.

“Lucky bitch.”

“Haha. Told you that you should have picked easier A Levels.”

I rolled my eyes “Like my mum would let me. Anyways I have really gotta go I have Mr Shaw and he hates it when anyone is late.”

“Bye bitches.” She said running off.

I ran to class so I wouldn’t be late but no luck.

“Miss Alisha Phillips you are late.” Mr Shaw stated as I walked through the door.

“I’m sorry Sir. It won-“. I started to reply but got interrupted by another person who was also late.

“Clarke-“

“Yeah I’m late. It won’t happen again.” He cut in and then proceeded to walk to the back of the class and grabbed a seat.

“Well Alisha grab a seat and do not let this happen again.” Mr Shaw told me.

I wanted to punch him. Clarke was later than me but because it is him he doesn’t get in one ounce of trouble. I looked around and saw that the only remaining seat was next to Clarke. Great. I done an internal eye roll.

“Right everyone. This term we are going to working on Romeo and Juliet this term. You have to write an essay that will be 40% of your coursework grade and you will be doing a presentation to the class about one scene to the class as your entire Speaking and Listening grade in pairs. And do make it easy and quick whoever you are sitting next to is your partner no discussion.” Mr Shaw explained.

I actually wanted to kill someone I now had to work with this prick. Before I had the chance to argue with Mr Shaw Clarke turned to me.

“Right. You do your essay and I will do mine. The speaking and Listening is only 10% of the entire A-Level so you can still get an A* without it. "

“Listen Clarke,” I sneered his name, “I don’t care if you don’t want to do this but I do and I am not gonna let you bully me in thinking otherwise got it?”

“Fiesty. I like it.” He said looking up and down.

 “Whatever.” I said ignoring his gaze, “When do we start?”

“Tonight, your place, seven.”

“Do you want the address?”

He smirked “I have my ways.”

I rolled my eyes. What a prick. I watched as he got out of his chair and walked out the door without so much as a nod to the teacher. Daisy the girl in front of me turned around.

“Wow that’s the first time he has had a proper conversation. You’re so lucky.” She exclaimed.

I forced a smile and took out my batted copy of Romeo and Juliet, my favourite book and got reading. Looking back it was ironic how that book was my favourite only if knew then what I know I could have prevented it all.