Rebellious

Chapter 1

'Sup fellow Wattpaders? As you can probably see, this is the first chapter to Rebellious and I just want to say that this story will be written by two authors. I will be doing Ashton Ryder's POV and the co-author will be writing Skyler Cross's POV.

Just making sure there ain't any confusion, is all.

So, on to the contrary! Please try to comment because comments make me jump around like a friggin' fangirl on steroids. Which is a good thing, btw.

This is also my first story here on Wattpad, so I probably still to learn a few things.

Okay now I'm rambling.

XOXO - S

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Chapter 1-

Ashton

I've always wondered what a life as a regular teenager would be like. Would I have the freedom to go where ever I pleased; to go to parties and get drunk? What about getting to hang out with my friends at the theatre or go to concerts with hot chicks?

Man, it would be so cool to live like an actual teenage dude rather than spend most of my time training to be an assassin spy.

Thats right ladies and gentlemen, I work for the E.C.A. (also known as the Espionage Constitution Agency). Home of the espionage agents. My dad is the head superior of this agency, and being his only child, I'm sort of famous among the spies. Not that I'm bragging, since I haven't been sent to an actual mission. Yet.

(When young spies in training turn sixteen, they receive their first assignment. Although, they don't require as much gore and bloodshed as I would like it to).

Thats all going to commence forth tomorrow. I'm being recruited on my first, actual mission. As a bonus, its at a high school.

You guys are probably being all like "what the hell, is this guy on crack or something? Why is he so eager to go to highschool?"

Fact: I've been home schooled most of my life with a bunch of other spies and its bat shit boring. Most of the kids weren't around my age and the ones who were, well... lets just say they were either kinky losers or mental weirdos. I mean, seriously, there was this one guy named Patrick Dickeroo (I swear I'm not even joking) and he dressed like a hobo even though his family is filthy rich. And then there was this girl named Cuba (granted, she was hot) and every time I tried flirting with her, she actually threatened to cut my balls off. I don't know about you, but I like my family jewels intact. Plus, I'm not thinking of getting rid of my manhood anytime soon.

Fact number 2: This is a chance for me to impress my usually unimpressed dad. Even though he's my own blood, we're nothing alike. He likes to be all high class and act like the superior he is, sticking up his nose in the air disdainfully whenever he see's someone unworthy of his attention. He absolutely hates talking unless he has to.

Me? I just like talking to people. It could be anyone, really.

Even an old lady on a bus can be pretty interesting to talk to if you play your cards right.

Talking is just one of my many natural talents. Next to being charming, of course.

Not to mention that my dad pushes me too hard. I hate being ordered around; it just makes me feel like punching them in the face with a fucking chair and beating the crap out of them.

Its like everything I do, no matter how hard I try, just isn't good enough for him.

Well pops, I'm going to blow your mind away with my smooth, sleuthing expertise.