T.R.I.G.G.E.R

T.R.I.G.G.E.R - #25

My child development and pottery classes aren't bad.

Other than the fact that, Tucker is in both classes. I'll be fine.

Mondays are always long and tiring. So when the bell rings, signaling the end of the school day, I pack up my books and make my way out of the library.

Everyone scurries to get out of the 'dreadful' building, as some call it.

I calmly walk to my locker.

When I'm there, I open it up and shove my books in aside from what I'll need for my homework.

In less than five minutes, the halls have been wiped clean of students.

I sigh and start to make my way out of the school and to the student parking lot for my car.

Tucker's blue Nissan GTR still sits where he parked it this morning, but the car wasn't what made me look in the first place.

A man was there. Leaned against the hood of the car with his thick, tatted arms crossed over his broad chest.

He looked close to being thirty. His hair was cropped short, and he had a deep scowl covering his expression.

A strong feeling of curiosity tugged in my stomach and I mindlessy wandered over to where he stood.

The man's sharp eyes glanced at me without the slightest bit of a change in his expression.

This man probably knows Tucker. He could even be involved with the people who are harassing him.

"Anything I can help you with, sir? I'm assuming you're a visitor..?"

The man locked his gaze on mine; his voice came out rough, and he had a light accent when he talked. "Yeah. You can help me."

His eyes narrowed. "Do you know where I can find a kid named Tucker Kingsley?"

So he is here for Tucker...but why?

"Hector?"

The man and I both turned to look in the direction of Tucker's voice.

He had a surprised look on his face, backpack slung over one shoulder, and his fists had been covered in white gauze wrap.

Tucker walked to where Hector and I stood in front of his car.

He gave me a confused glance, then turned to Hector.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

Hector smirked slightly. "Caine sent me. As a warning."

"A warning? For what?"

"You have a job at five." Hector sighed and moved away from Tucker's car and toward his motorcycle. "Trust that Caine knows about your...friend."

He glanced at me with steely eyes, then he said, "I'm assuming you are well aware that if you try to get out of this...she becomes a target."

Tucker nodded stiffly, and Hector revved up his bike.

"Take care, kid." He called to Tucker before racing out of the school parking lot.

Once Hector was out of sight, I looked at Tucker.

He hasn't told me yet what this 'job' is that he does. Now that I, clearly, have been dragged into whatever it is, I deserve to know.

I moved so that I stood directly in front of him.

His eyes hesitantly met mine and he sighed.

"Jackie, don't-"

"I still don't know what this job is." I said calmly. "Now that I've been dragged into this, I think I  deserve to know."