Killer Love

Chapter Five

My alarm goes off at seven in the morning and I silence it quickly before I chuck it out a window. It wouldn't be the first time. I'm not much of a morning person. I'd rather just stay awake the whole night than sleep for a bit and wake up early.

I wipe the sleep from my eyes, groaning, and get changed. My closet is packed with new clothing which makes me happy. Shopping is my life. Well actually, killing is my life, but you get what I'm trying to say.

I rifle through the hangers and pick out a blue tie-dye halter and a pair of black high-waisted jeans. I make sure to tear off the tags and throw them in the trash. My feet find their way into a pair of new white sandals.

I wash my face and put makeup on then head to the kitchen to eat breakfast. The house is quiet save for the sound of the ocean waves. I could get used to living like this. Though I probably shouldn't. This is temporary. It always is.

I find a parking spot in the back of the school, where Styles always parks. Yeah, we're that thorough. I see his black jeep sitting a few spots down. I casually walk towards it and "accidentally" drop my backpack on the asphalt. It takes less than a second for me to put the tracker under his car.

I slowly stand up, making sure no one saw, and start walking to the front of the school to pick up my class schedule. I tell the lady my name and a few seconds later she hands me a half a piece of paper with my schedule printed on it.

"Your locker number and combination are on the back. Don't lose it and make sure you don't give that information out to anyone," she tells me.

"You've got it," I reply with a fake smile.

I turn my paper over. Louis made sure my locker would be close to Styles'. I don't know how, but sure enough, when I look down the row of lockers, there he is.

After putting the combination on the lock, I shove my stuff inside and grab a few things for my first class. I examine the back of the lock. Pretty basic stuff. It won't take much to break into a locker if need be. For that reason, I place a motion sensor on it to know if anyone else decides to break into mine.

The bell rings and lockers begin to shut close. I'm off to AP Literature. I don't have much to take with me since it's only the first day of school.

The class is down the hall so I make sure I'm seen by Styles as I walk by him. I don't smile, just glance over him briefly. When his eyes land on me, I look away, pretending to study something else.

"Hey!" he calls out.

I act like I don't hear him, but inside I'm smirking. Got him.

There is a slam of a locker and quick footsteps. He rushes up to me and I stop in my tracks. Being in the sun yesterday obviously made his skin even tanner.

"It's me, Harry. From the beach yesterday," he breathes.

"Oh, hi! Funny seeing you here," I joke.

"What does your schedule look like? Maybe we have some classes together."

I already know that we do, but I hand over my paper over anyway.

"We have almost all the same classes," he says in surprise. "What a coincidence."

"No way!" I play along. "How weird. I just don't know where any of them are." I bite my lip in fake nervousness.

"I can show you if you want," he offers with a smile. "I know this place like the back of my hand."

"That would be great. We should get going though. I don't want to be late on my first day."

"Yeah, of course. Let's go."

My little moment with him ends and we split up once we get in the classroom. He goes with one of his friends while I sit in the middle of some girl with multiple colors in her blonde hair and an ordinary-looking guy with his hair slicked back. I pointedly don't look their way just in case either decides to talk to me. I'm not here to make friends. I have one job. Then I'm out of here.

It's sort of depressing at first glance. Constantly moving. Being surrounded by death. But it's also the only life I've ever really known. You get used to it after so many years.

The teacher is at the front shuffling through papers, waiting for the final bell to ring so we can get started. He doesn't look much taller than me. Brown hair cut close to his head. Gray eyes.

People are on their phones, probably updating their friends on who's in their class and what teacher they got stuck with for the year. I pull out my black glitter binder, opening it up to a clean sheet of paper, and grab a black pen with a small furry ball at the end. Just because I'm going to school doesn't mean I'm not going to have some fun.

By the time class ends, my paper is filled with notes from our lesson and I have a list of books we're reading for the year. I start collecting my things.

There's a tap on my shoulder and I look up. "Styles, what's up?" I ask.

"Time to go to math class," he smiles.

"Let's go then. Thanks again for helping with my classes." I haul my backpack over my shoulder. "I don't know what I would do without you."

"It's no problem at all. I'm glad to help."

We walk out into the hall and make a left.

"You know, I have never really done this whole school thing."

He looks at me confused.

"I was homeschooled my whole life," I explain. "This is all kind of new to me."

"Oh! Well, I hope we live up to your expectations," he smiles.

"So far you have. Are you normally this friendly? You barely know me."

He shrugs, but doesn't say anything and neither do I.

The rest of the day passes by in a blur and the next thing I know, Styles and I are walking to our respective parking spots.

He whistles when I reach my bike. "That yours?"

I arch one eyebrow and smirk. "You like?"

"A lot." He runs his hand over it.

"Shouldn't you buy her a drink before getting this handsy?" I laugh.

He pulls his hand back and smiles sheepishly. "Sorry."

I wave him away, throwing a leg over the motorcycle. I secure the helmet strap under my chin. "Maybe I'll let you ride her sometime."

His eyes twinkle in excitement. "Really?"

I have to remind myself to be careful. No friends. Don't get emotionally attached. You still have to kill him. There has to be no hesitation on my part. "Maybe. I'll see you tomorrow."