I felt a laugh burst from my lips as I stared at him.
"Oh hell no!" I chuckle and shove him off. He looks at me with puppy eyes. I smack his head.
"Nope! I hardly know your idiot ass. So no. Also I'm terrible at dating." I tell him with a soft smile as I slowly reach for my knife.
"Dude. You just got friendzoned. You can't even get the new girl!" Another male voice called out as a new face, Named BEN, came around the corner. He took his spot next to me but then picked up my hand and kissed it.
"Names Ben. (Y/n) was it?" He chided. I cringed away at the both of them then got up. I walked away, going to the restrooms.
"Date you...? I'm here to kill you... I don't work like that..." I mutter lowly as I kick open the door, only to find the girl with black hair holding her head.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT FOR!?" She screamed and lunges at me. I avoid her, walking the rest of the way into the space even locking the door so she wouldn't get in. and then I realized she was a lot faster and I had moved like it was nothing. She was one of them too.
"Sorry." I mumble, going to the mirror and fixing myself. Once I was done, I walked back out and into art. The class was still going so I sat down in the corner and waited for the bell to dismissing the rest.
I began to doodle some little flowers and such when a more familiar face appeared; Helen.
"Hello..." He tried but I smiled. He relaxed and sat down, pulling out a drawing book and opening to a blank page and beginning to sketch. I turned back to mine, being a lot worse than his.
"Everyone just has to be better than me..." I mumble as I set down my pencil. Helen glances over at me a few times then moves his sketch where I couldn't see. A few other students wandered in the the teacher gave our small lecture about how to draw.
"You!" A girl yelled and I flinched looking at Jane who looked pissed. I raised my hands in surrender.
"Sorry about earlier! I was a little pissed off!" I tell her as she pulls out a knife used for clay... I hoped. And I reached for mine. But Helen reached up and tapped my shoulder so I turned to him, noticing his drawing of me. It was really good. Like damn.
"I-I'm flattered... Honestly that's wonderful!" I chirp and flash another smile at him then turn back to Jane who lunged at me. I barely had enough time to defend myself with my own knife as I snaked my way around her, holding her in place while I hid my knife, using hers against her in one motion.
"Anyway, I love how you defined my eyes. Do you draw like this all the time?" I ask, still holding her in place. He nods and I smile. The teacher yells at me for threatening someone so I let Jane go and sit back down.
Helen began to tear out the paper when I stopped him
"You should keep it. You drew it."
"But It's of you and sorta for you...?"
"I don't really have a place to put it though." "I warn him and his eyes brighten for a second, oddly.
"You have a locker?" He asked, like a child. I nodded slowly as he handed it to me.I understood his motivation. I needed to kill him soon or I would end up attached to his cute little quirks- wait... no. I'm a killer not a lover. Killers can't have someone in their lives. It would be used against them; against me.
"(y/n). Since you've just joined school, why don't you tell us something about yourself?" Ms. Henriette asked me. I blushed a little as everyone looked at me.
"W-Well... I'm pretty normal-" I began but Jane cut me off.
"You are not normal. How can you fight?" She pried, anger in her eyes. I wasn't going to tell them the whole true but I would stretch it.
"I was in an acadamy. Like really high maintenance academy. I'm not really supposed to talk about it though." I trail off, knowing well that what I was put through was everything but an academy. It was prisoned and trained to kill without a second thought. I grew up like that.
"Oh..." The room chorused and I cringed internally, starting to imagining them all dead on the floor in pools of their blood.
"Well... thank you. Let's continue with putting 3rd dimension into our work." And with that she droned on while I turned back to Helen, my target. He was busy but wouldn't let me see his work. I actually liked how he drew things, even getting down to the detail I had in my skilled eyes. I wanted to be like that but no. I was a killer.
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Being a diffrent person. (BloodyPainter/HelenOtisXReader)
Fanfiction(y/n) lived and was raised as an assassin to find her targets then kill them. It changed when she took on three males. She enrolled in a school to watch them, only to have it spiral out of control before her eyes when her leader is killed as is mos...
