Target (Complete)

Target 5

One class later,  the teacher in charge of the play came up to her to formaly ask for her help. It was so hard to keep a straight face.

Upon entering math class, she shot a defying glare towards the instructor.  She wouldn't have to see his haughty face all the time. She was very annoyed by his constant glaring, seemingly under the radar.

To her, he must be undermining her all the time, thinking of her as a spoiled brat playing spy.

While they were doing exercises towards the end of the class, her phone beeped.

It was set on vibrate in case of an emergency from her fathers. 

She dismissed it.

It beeped again.

Of course she was finished with the work within minutes. Alex looked around the room very inconspicuously.  Everyone had the heads bent down, working. Lucian was towards the back of the room,  making sure no one was copying anyone.  She snuck her hand down and grabbed the phone from her bag. It vibrated agains her hand a little louder. A few kids around her turned around to look for the source of the noise. She was trained on her complete page of equqations and graphs.

She looked down at her phone, getting to the messeges. It was a number she didn't know, but it was labeled on her contacts as "HOT STUFF."

It was a few texts:

We will never have Paris...yet?

How bored are you right now?

Let's bounce, then we'll bounce together ;)

Then there was a trail of more emoticons without rhyme or reason.

The phone flew out of her hands. "Miss Parker, you know very well electronics are not allowed in class. Detention, and I will keep it until the end of class." He said with an air if superiority, and smugness. 

She kept choking him in her head, stuffing his teaching degree down his throat while she kept his hands restrained with cuffs attached to his desk.

After the bell rang, everyone shuffled out in a hurried and sonorous frenzy of getting out of school grounds as fast as possible.

Alex Parker stayed in her seat, quietly staring ahead, plotting revenge. 

"So, hot stuff,  to what do I owe the pleasure of being detained after school?" She said through gritted teeth.

He feigned being outraged and hurt,  very dramatically.  "Whatever do you mean."

"So, if you were to call the number I last got a text from, your phone wouldn't sound?" She arched an eyebrow.

He showed her the phone's front screen, and called it. There were no sounds of ringing. 

"Is your crotch sort of glowing or are you just happy to see me." She said while looking him straight in the eye.

He held her gaze.  "Looking at my privates? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were flirting with me."

"Just give me my phone.  And seriously, Hot Stuff? Attention Whore would have been a better name, in my opinion."

He handed her the device with only a small smile on his lips, his eyes were a little more serious. "What are you doing Parker?"

"Homework, clean out the firearms room in my house, practice that one piece for the orchestra team, and run a few laps." She was putting her stuff in her bag.

As she was about to leave, he stopped her. "What are you really doing here? "

She looked at him surprised. "My job. Which is why I will not erase your number from this phone. I might need you."