Academy's Assassin

{11}

I didn't sleep much, but then again I usually don't. I couldn't help myself, my eyes staring out the window of my two story house. The guys undoubtedly told the others I was mad at them, since I didn't get any texts or calls the entire night. The sun began coming up, and I still hadn't moved from my spot by the window.

I was mad because they invaded my privacy, even though I know why they did. I was mad that they didn't understand, that I couldn't have someone following and checking up on me. That's how people got killed, how I got killed. But I was also just plain mad at myself for getting attached, for developing feelings for them.

I told myself at the beginning, this was business only. Once Volto was taken down, I had to disappear again. Staying in one place for too long put both me and anyone I was close around at risk. Being an assassin, it didn't make me too many friends.

I finally moved, pushing myself to throw on a leather jacket and jeans. I had to go to school today, if not to make myself make believe I was alright, to tell Owen and Axel exactly what was going on with Volto. Messing with the team was just a ruse, his plan had deeper roots than they originally thought.

Killing him would be easy, all I would need would to either tail him for a few days or let myself get taken before slaughtering the mass of them. It was the fact I'd have to help take down whatever he had set up, the obvious drug distribution he had within the School and the city as well as whatever weapons he had brought in.

Overall it sucked, it really and truly sucked.

Not to mention that I'm pretty sure it won't be easy to escape both teams. Between Corey and Victors tracking skills, as well as the resident Russian and Greek hotheads, they'd make it difficult.

But still, what type of girl begins to grow feelings for fourteen men? I don't even like one of them more than the other, I can't. Each little detail and flaw that I see and notice, god it just makes my heart race all the more. It was insane to me, this was insane in general.

I could feel myself going through the motions, throwing on clothes and taking my car keys out. Getting into the seat and backing out before driving down the road towards the school. It wasn't until I had already parked my car when I fully became aware, I fully knew what I was doing instead of just going through the motions.

I opened my door, my eyes immediately searching the courtyard only to find it empty. I could only hope they were okay, since I hadn't been redlined nor had Phil called me. I blew out a sigh as I made my way indoors, pausing inside my homeroom door. I could see Marc's coffee cup still sitting on the desk with a waft of steam blowing out of it.

I wrinkled my nose as I moved to my seat, sitting for close to two minutes in silence before the bell rang and disrupted it. My head stayed low as the desks filled around me, the smell of sweet sugar and motor oil drifting quickly to me. I felt my muscles lock on instinct, but I forced myself to stay still. I could feel their gazes on me, like burns against my skin that I didn't quite feel the pain yet. Just the warmth.

I looked up slowly, pained chocolate eyes glancing back over me. "Cupcake..."

I shook my head at him, his answering sigh escaping my ears as I leaned back. I could feel North behind me, his body causing my own to buzz beneath my sweater. My eyes squeezed shut as the door closed, the smell of coffee growing even more.

"Alright class, just keep the volume down and it'll be okay." Marc's voice sounded dejected as I turned my head to the side, away from all three of them.

How do I explain that to them? How do I explain all of my fears and worries to a group of men that might not even care for me like I do them?

I practically growled to myself as I stood up, moving to Marc's desk and not daring to look at him. "Would you mind if I went to the restroom Mr. Weiland?"