Oh no, hunny, I'm an angle I swear. The horns are only there to hold up the halo...
—unknown
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Brooke knocks on the door of our first hour before walking in. As we walk in all the students head snap up to look at us. I lock eyes with the girl I was fighting with before. I smirk at her while she just scowls at me.
" Why are you late?" Mr. Sherman, the teacher, snaps at us. Brooke just stares at him, obviously not liking being yelled at. I push her out of the way.
" Sorry I'm new here. My names Alex. Brooke was just showing me around." I say giving my nicest smile. Mr. Sherman just glares at me.
"Fine, don't be late again." Great, I've been here for 30 seconds and the teacher already hates me. Me and Brooke move to sit down near the back. On the way to my seat, the girl I was fighting with before stuck out her foot trying to trip me, but I easily step over it. I roll my eyes. How cliche can she be? Me and Brooke both take our seats next to each other.
" Who is that girl who just tried to trip me?" I ask Brooke.
" Oh you mean the one you were fighting with this morning." She replies. I stare at her wide eyed.
" How do you know about that?"
" She's the 'queen bee' of the school. News moves fast when it deals with her. "
"Huh" I mumble
" Well anyway her name is Amy. I would stay out of her way if I were you. I know first hand what she is capable of." Brooke tells me.
"No talking" Mr. Sherman scolds us. I glance at Brooke, trying not to laugh at the terrified look on her face.
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1 and 2 hour go by really fast. I am on my way to 3 hour when I realize I don't know where I'm going. Brooke has been able to show me where our classes our until now.
I'm screwed.
Ugggh how am I supposed to find my class now. I desperately look around trying to figure out where the hell I am.
I hear the bell ring. Great I'm late for class. I wander around for like another 10 minutes before I finally manage to find my Stats classroom.
I walk in without knocking.
" Your late Mr. Taylor." Mr. Henderson, the teacher says without looking up from his paper.
" I don't know who your talking about, but it's not me." I growl at him. I know, not the smartest thing to talk back to a teacher but I couldn't help myself. The teacher finally looks up. His eyes widen in realization.
" Oh. I'm sorry. I thought you were Colby. My apologies." The class laughs at that, for a reason unknown to me. "You must be Alex then."
"Yup" I say popping the p.
"You may sit in any empty seat for now."
" Great" I mumble under my breath. There are only 2 open seats. Both in the back. When I sit down, Mr.Henderson continues to teacher. I drown him out. I already know all the material. My training was both physically and mental, meaning academic. I technically have already graduated from collage. I know impressive for a 17 year old. Don't get me wrong it's great, but know I have to sit through these boring class learning stuff I already knew.
I am snapped out of my thoughts when I hear the door slam.
" Ah Mr. Taylor glad you finally joined us" Mr. Henderson says sarcastically. My curiosity spiked. I look up to see a REALLY hot guy. He must be at least 6'1 with curly brown hair. It falls perfectly in a messy looking way. He is wearing jeans and a plain t-shirt, which shows off his muscles perfectly.
He catchs my eye, smirking when he sees I am starting at him.
My breath catches as I looks into his striking blue eyes. I blush creeps up into my cheeks. I quickly glance away. Why am I feeling this way? I have went through training to control my emotions. With that thought, I clean my throat, straighten my back and compose myself. I can't draw attention to my self.
" Your in my seat" some whispers in my ear making me jump. Colby. Damn him. How did he sneak up on me? I really need pay more attention. I can't keep slipping up.
" To bad sit somewhere else Colby." I snap back, saying his name on purpose. He doesn't reacts, but is eyes say everything. He is taken aback. I am very good at reading people's body language.
"How do you know my name." He growls at me.
" I know everything." I say vaguely smirking at him. I notice out of the corner of my eye that the class is watching out exchange, whispering quietly.
"I doubt it lex." My eyes widen in surprise.
"D-don't call me that. How do u know my name?" As hard as I tried I couldn't keep the fright out of my voice. So many horrible memories flash before my eyes at the mention of that nickname.
" Everyone in this school know who you are Alex, after your fight with Amy." I let out a shaky breath trying to calm my nerves. Before I can't say anything else the teacher interrupts me.
"Mr. Taylor, Ms. Summers stop gossiping and pay attention." Mr. Henderson scolds us. I roll my eyes at this and pretend to pay attention as Colby takes the empty desk next to mine.
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I finally get back to my apartment after a long day. I set my bag down and take out my gun and knife leaving them on the table.
I grab my laptop wanting to know more information about Colby. I decide to hack into the schools system to find out more. I quickly go to work. I work my way into the schools mainframe and bypass the fire wall.
Umm that odd.
When I search for Colby Taylor nothing comes up. Well his picture does and his name, but nothing else like it should. Not even his grade and age comes up. I play around for a little more time trying to get the information but gives up.
I sigh, fine I'll do it the hard way.
I click a secret button that's hidden on my laptop. Instantly a CIA logo comes up. I might be an ex CIA agent (and for a good reason), but that doesn't mean I still can't use my account. Well for me anyway. I logged in before they could disable it after I ran away. I was hacked it and disabled the signal. I also put up protection around it that not even the best hackers could get into. I am still able to use it without being detected.
I enter my username and password. I search for Colby again.
I pull up is file.
Name: Classified
Fake Identity: Colby Anthony Taylor
Age: 18
Occupation: Classified
Picture: See attachment
Who the hell is he?
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