Pretty boy's hero

Chapter 4

I was here, at 5am, sitting on the pavement in front of the Turner property. It was now 9am though, and bloo still hasn't come out of the nest yet. Yes I code named him and his house and all, just in case.

It was a Sunday and I came here because I was supposed to bodyguard him twenty four hours, but I was excused for the night because I need to sleep. It's a reasonable explanation and my dad and Tyler knows how I get when I don't have enough sleep.

I was alert the whole time. Albeit lying down sometimes and not really sitting upright, I was aware of every single movement around me. Like a leaf falling from a tree, or a bird flying into the distance, I noticed the little things. Fortunately, there were no mysterious personas approaching the house.

I did hear a scream though, but when I hastily put my binoculars on, I found that it was just his mother, who tripped and almost fell, but didn't. I watched as they began eating breakfast together and my stomach grumbled loudly. Darn it, I should have packed a sandwich or something. When they finished eating and he finally went out, I was beyond relieved. It was torture watching them eat.

I followed him all the way to a diner. I thought he was going to just pass it by when he went in and ordered food. What a pig. He just ate. It was a good opportunity for me though, so I took a seat behind him and ordered too.

Soon he was joined by two others. Ryan Dale and Logan Bryce. The three most popular guys in school were sitting in front of me. Wow. Note the sarcasm.

I sipped on my coffee as I put a newspaper I bought up in the air so they wouldn't see me. I could see what was happening around them though, so that was good.

Suddenly, I saw a figure moving towards them in a trench coat. They thought it was going to be that easy huh? The figure was walking to him and was in front of my table already. He was behind Alex with a penknife. Who uses a penknife to kill someone? I put down my newspaper quickly and stood up. The mistake he made, was going into my booth to slit Alex's throat.

I took my own penknife and slit all his fingers holding the penknife. Not deep, just to show he was going down. He stiffened as I began to press the penknife against his neck just in case he decided to do anything funny.

He slipped away though and quickly walked out the door with me at his heels. Once outside, we broke into a run and I was about to get him when a black van came up and he got on it and it sped away before I could even chase it.

"Shit!" I cursed cleaning my penknife and going back to the diner. The EDM would need the tissue, so I put it back into a ziplock and kept it in my bag.

The rest of the day I followed Alex and his friends everywhere, going on tumblr every once in awhile. Yes, I have a tumblr, no it's not the girly stuff you normally see.

I was up bright and early the next morning. Well, not exactly bright, but very early. I dragged myself all the way to Turner's house and ate my breakfast there while I waited for him to get ready.

When he was done, he got in his car and started driving to school. Oh shit. I should have brought my bike. I'm not really fond of vehicles, but that bike is there so that I could get to the enemy faster. I don't normally bring it around when I'm on stealth missions like these, but now I realized I should have, since it was a long walk to school and he's using a car. I'm lucky he went nearby yesterday so I wouldn't fail my 'mission' then.

I sighed and decided to run for it. His car was already a few meters ahead of me and if I ran fast enough I might still be able to catch up.

I started running and chased his car but after a while he stopped and I overshot him because I didn't want him to know I was stalking him. By this time, we were already nearing my house and I could have detoured slightly and gotten my bike, but of course, he stopped me, honking and calling out to me.

"HEY! HEY YOU THERE!!" I turned around swiftly.

"What?!" I asked irritably. Alexander Turner smirked at me.

"Want a lift? I don't like seeing girls suffer running to school like that. It's a long way from here you know," He stated.

"I know that," I retorted, rolling my eyes and crossing my eyes.

"So.. why are you running?" He asked, an eyebrow raised. I tried to think of a good lie.

"Exercise..." I muttered looking away. That. Was the worse lie ever.

"Yeah that was the worse lie ever," He stated plainly. I glared at him.

"Just get in," He said again, unlocking his doors. I sighed. I just had to do this. I got in and glared at him some more.

"Don't glare at a person who's helping you," He mused, smirking still. I sniffed and looked to the window. The radio was playing some weird song I didn't know so I changed the channel to my usual channel that played rock music 24/7.

He changed it back. I changed it back. He changed it back, I changed it back. And it went on like that forever until I slapped his hand and scowled at him.

"It's my car you know?" He frowned. I rolled my eyes.

"Just let me listen to some quality music instead of that shit," I increased the volume to make a point. Fall Out Boy was playing Death Valley, one of my favourite songs.

"How can you not like Taylor Swift?!" Alex suddenly shrieked in a fake, squeaky voice.

"Who the hell is that?" I laughed quietly at his fake girl voice.

"Oh my god you don't know who Taylor Swift is? Where have you been since forever?!" He wailed. I scowled at him and crossed my arms.

"This, is the best. I don't care about some bimbo-tic blonde who screams out shit in my face about the number 22," I rolled my eyes. (A/N: no offense to the swifties! I love her songs and all, just Aria's character is supposed to be like that)

"TWENTY-TWOOOOOOOO!!" The idiot beside me decided to shriek in a fake girl voice. I winced and glared at him. I was tempted to shove my fist down his throat. Instead, I hit the back of his head hard. It was better than getting saliva all over my hand.

"OW!! You could have gotten the both of us killed!" He glared.

"You've just finished parking," I gave him a pointed look and got out of the car, slamming the door.

Who knew slamming a door could attract so much attention. everyone turned to stare and me and I narrowed my eyes at everyone. I forgot about the fact that I just came out of the car with the most popular boy in school. And the fact that I was the most feared didn't help much at all. In fact, it only probably made things worse.

This was going to be a hell of a day.