Agent Martinez

Chapter 8 (Rewritten)

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"There are two kinds of idiots - those who don't take action because they have received a threat, and those who think they are taking action because they have issued a threat.” 

~ Paulo Coelho, The Devil and Miss. Prym

He let out a groan as he hit the ground. James let out a soft whistle, chuckling softly. “That’s what you get for coming near her.” James walked away, leaving his body on the pavement, not giving it a second glance.

He got into his black SUV and tapped the glass separating him and the driver. The car lurched into motion. As the distance between the car and the dead body grew, James finally looked back, giving the body an once-over. Blood was pooling around his head, the boy’s legs twisted awkwardly underneath him.

Turning back to the watery-eyed girl sitting in front of him, he spoke. “Let this be a warning to you. Next time you decide to befriend a civilian, it won’t be only them lying on the ground. It’ll be them and their entire family. Am I understood?”

“Yes,” she whispered. Never would she make the same mistake again. Never would anybody die for her.

“Good.”

“My name’s Alexandra Martinez and this is my cousin, Alexander Hufflebottom. We moved here from Alaska for a change of scenery,” Alexa said robotically, mentally huffing. This was probably the third time she’d had to say it and answering the stupid questions the teachers just loved asking was becoming tedious work.

“Oh, why did you come here then?”

Alexandra resisted rolling her eyes. Didn’t she already answer that? “We wanted a change of scenery,” she repeated dully.

“That’s nice. So, are there any other names you go by?”

“Meaning?” Alexa snapped. What the hell was he instituting?

“I mean, do you both have some other nickname you prefer to be referred to by?” He asked. Okay, so maybe her nerves were fried because of the escape.

Seeing that Alexa was getting sick of answering the questions, Alexander stepped in. “I prefer to be called Alex, and her, Alexa.”

Alexa raised an eyebrow. He had never told her to call him Alexander. Eh, who cares? She was still going to call him Alexander, specifically since he didn’t prefer it.

“Well, Alexa and Alex, welcome to Riverton High School. We sincerely hope that you both enjoy going here,” Mr. Winterton, according to the name on the board, said. “You can sit down now.” She did and he moved on to Alexander. What was the point of doing that? Hadn’t she just introduced both of them?

Ten minutes later, Mr. WInterton was done interviewing each student. Apparently, it was protocol in his room to do that on the first day of school. Clearing his throat, he moved to the front of the room. “To introduce myself, I am Richard Winterton, and I am going to be your AP Biology teacher this year.” After that, everything he said went in through one ear and came out the other for Alexa.

She rested her head on her right arm, trying to keep her eyes from slipping shut. School seemed to be a great cure for her insomnia. Slowly, bit by bit, her head began slipping down her hand. Every few minutes, her eyes would snap open and she’d re-adjust her head. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore and her eyes slipped shut. What seemed like moments later, her head slammed against the desk and her eyes lurched open.