Undercover

chapter 10

Picture of brooks outfit at the top or side.

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Ugh. Today is the day. I gotta go to school. Today is the day where i officially start my mission. Great. Not.

I groaned while forcing myself off of bed, tripping over my blanket in the process. I landed with a thud and cursed under my breath before limping to the bathroom.

I took a shower and did my mourning routine that consists of washing my hair, brushing my teeth,  picked out something to wear, and brushed my hair.

I got dressed in black skinny jeans, a grey shirt, my red and blue flannel un-buttoned, and slipped on my high top white converse. I placed a skinny black watch on my wrist and was about to do my hair and makeup.

I dried my hair and decided to curl it to perfection. I finished and put on some makeup. This consists of: Mascara, a little eyeliner, and a thick beige on my lips. Im starting to really like nude lipstick. 

Once i finished i stood in front of the mirror. What? Its my first day at a actual school. I wanna at least look presentable for myself. I slid my  gun behind my back on the waist band of my jeans. I then grabbed two pocket knives and slid them on my waist band behind my back also. My flannel was covering everything so nobody can see.  I smirked in the mirror and grabbed my book bag. And headed out my room. 

I quickly kissed my mom and the dogs bye and headed outside. I decided on going to school with my motorcycle. My precious. As soon as i got on it, i speeded off. The familiar feeling of the wind fanning my face made me feel pumped and confident.

Adrenaline pumping through my veins. This aways happens everytime i drive precious. The machine makes me forget all my worries and doubts.

It takes me into a fantasy world. A world where i was never an agent. A world where i was just a normal regular girl. A world where my dad was still alive.

This motorcycle was around before my father died. In fact he actually bought it for me when i was 13. He was trying to prepare me how to use it. I remember my mom scolding him about how i was too young and how that can cause huge accidents.

And he wasn't allowed to even take it out anymore. He told me when i was old enough though, that he would teach me. I looked forward to that day, i was so excited. But soon after he died when i was 14 going on 15 in a couple weeks.

I was snapped out of my memories and was almost there to the school. My hair was flying back and my skin felt like it was on fire due to how good it felt when i was on precious.

I yelled out "Whooooooooo!" and speeded up a little. I pushed all the negative thoughts behind me and shouted at anybody who was anybody " You people wish you could do this!"

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I finally swerved in the parking lot and everybody turned around to see what the noise was. I parked my precious and proceeded to walk through the huge crowd that formed all around me. I smirked at the shocking students.

Some girls glared daggers at me, and some cowered away in fear. Some boys were checking me out and some were smirking and nodding, giving me signs of respect.

  I heard whispering all around me and i knew right then and there i was there new pathetic talk of the week. I rolled my eyes and started scanning the crowd looking for the drug dealers son.
Carter monroe.

I read his file and he is 6'2, built and muscly, has brown thick hair that curves upward in a messy way, and has dark blue eyes. I kept scanning the crowd until i saw a pair of icy blue eyes staring straight at me.

Our eyes met and i kept fighting not to look away. His stare was so intimidating it can make anyone run away the second he turns his head to look at you. I stood my ground and stared back into his cold eyes from a distance.

People were all chattering together at once and started walking inside the school building. The kid just stood there. Staring.

He was tall and wore some nice denim jeans and a tight black shirt that popped out his muscles. He dresses nice. I'll give 'em that. I immediately averted my eyes from  noticing i was just checking him out.

He must've noticed this because the asshole smirked.  I didnt blush but instead rolled my eyes and stood my composure. He was leaning against the side of the school entrance while i was across from him.

I guess he got angry because next thing i knew i saw someone stalking towards me looking like someone just murdered his parents. Right then i knew that this was indeed Carter Monroe. 

And he looked pissed as hell coming my way.

Oh god.